Rah propped himself up but did not heed Wen Shu’s words as he had before. He surely recognized who that dragon was. Now, it’s not just a matter of the female; he had quite a bit of unfinished business with that Blood Beast. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fire.net Ever since the last raid on the Blood Alliance to reclaim the Divine Tree Leaves, these Blood Beasts went berserk, causing all sorts of trouble with Black Thorn Valley, forcing them to target the main city. For him to save Luo Fei was simply impossible... Rah didn’t even think before he planned to refuse, but the soft, delicate hands of the female tightened around his arm. "Rah, if you help me rescue him, I’ll repay you." A rare gentle voice reached his ears. Rah seemed to be soothed, and he felt a sense of comfort. His lips curled slightly; he wavered and lowered his gaze towards the female. Seeing her frail body reach only to his chest, her snow-white hands had to clasp together to encircle his large arm, his heart seemed stuffed with cotton and turned soft. "I’ll think about it..." Helping one’s own female doesn’t require repayment, but... He brushed his fingertip against his lips, his eyes, unable to hide anything, fixed directly on her rosy lips. "Ahem, female, can I get the reward in advance?" Upon hearing this, Wen Shu raised her gaze. Upon meeting his unabashed eyes, her face turned dark, and she shook off his arm, directly jumping into the sea. The seawater wrapped around her body, Wen Shu, whose physique was strong enough, swam smoothly, but faced a lot of resistance, slowing her down considerably. Hearing Rah’s call, she didn’t bother to look back, diving into the water, paddling toward the opposite shore. But before swimming far, a firm arm wrapped around the bend of her leg, before she could react, she was riding atop the sea snake’s head, surfacing. "Female, I was just joking." He explained with a pitiful tone. Her hair stuck to the side of her face, Wen Shu reached out to tuck it behind her ear, shaking off flower petals in her palm. The nerve to pull such a stunt early in the morning... Even he probably didn’t believe his own nonsense. She didn’t argue, and after reaching the island, she quickly jumped ashore, pushing through the waist-high thickets, searching for the direction where the Black Dragon had fallen. The crater from the impact was easily found, but the figure of Luo Fei was nowhere in sight. The familiar scent vanished amidst the dense fragrance of flowers, Wen Shu gazed at the boundless sea of flowers, feeling a wave of confusion. He had hidden himself, or... Seeing her anxiety, Rah hesitated for a few steps, pulling her arm and leading her toward the hillside on the right. A faint scent of blood became more distinct amidst the fragrance of flowers. Wen Shu swiftly broke free and ran ahead. She turned around a tall boulder among the flowers, discovering the young form of a black Winged Dragon, curled into a ball. His pitch-black scales had turned dull; his tattered wings wrapped around his body, the left wing torn open with a large hole, the right wing snapped in the middle, drooping lifelessly by his side. As footsteps approached, he struggled to crawl toward the thicket, leaving a trail of bright red blood. Seeing his appearance clearly, Wen Shu’s pupils contracted, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move a step. Until she saw him painfully crawling, she quickly dashed forward, clutching him tightly in her arms, "Luo Fei..." His body suddenly lifted into the air, due to severe injuries, Luo Fei, who had almost lost all sensation, mistook it for an enemy, began to struggle with all his might. However, the other party was strong, his resistance was in vain. Was he really going to die here? A bitter taste spread in Luo Fei’s mouth, his will to survive slowly faded, recalling the day when the female, separated by blurred white gauze, said she hoped to see him again. But she had... left before him. Unconsciously, he murmured out loud. And perhaps approaching death, amidst the world filled with white noise, there seemed to be auditory hallucinations. A voice, tender enough to tremble the heart, softly called his name, "Luo Fei, you must not sleep!" Luo Fei’s muddled mind cleared momentarily, but he still couldn’t open his weary eyes. How could she be here... He couldn’t help but chastise his wild imagination, yet clung to this warm illusion. He was so tired, none of it mattered anymore, just drifting into sleep, would it allow him to see her again? He let out a long breath, recalling his encounter with the female, his black lips curved into a smile, ready to embrace the death that awaited him. However, before he lowered his head, a swelling warmth suddenly surged into his cold limbs, his shattered organs slowly mending, and the lost senses gradually returned. The voice he thought was an illusion sounded extraordinarily clear beside his ears. His shattered heart once again shot out scorching blood, heavier with each beat. Luo Fei’s breath quickened as he opened his sore eyes. Her hair brushed against the fragile dragon horn. In his narrow field of vision, her face, bathed in gentle light, had a streak of tears, yet behind her dark eyes ignited a spark upon seeing him awake. "You idiot, were you just thinking about dying?" Wen Shu fiercely wiped the corner of her eyes, the white light in her palm growing brighter. Seeing the Little Winged Dragon’s body stiffen, his watery eyes staring unblinkingly at her, her hand holding him tighter, pulling him into her embrace. "Luo Fei, did you forget what you promised me..." She cautiously extended her arms, feeling the warmth return to his body, feeling a bit inexplicably fearful. Just then, he simply didn’t want to live anymore. If not for her enhancing the superpower output, he would be a cold corpse now! Thinking of this, Wen Shu tightened her tense lips, wanting to remind him of the importance of life. The Little Winged Dragon in her arms slightly extended his limbs, ignoring the pain, tightly hugging her, letting out a muffled low sound, "Good thing you’re still alive..." His weak voice abruptly halted halfway. Wen Shu’s anger instantly extinguished, leaving her dumbfounded. The sea breeze gently warmed her soaked robe, while the Little Winged Dragon in her arms quietly went limp. She lightly lifted her fingertips, touching his hard dragon horn, capturing a trace of comfort from his dark dragon face, clutching her fist in trembling grasp. She took a deep breath to ease her emotions, turning to look at the silent Rah. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, the white light in her palm inexplicably dimmed slightly, and in mere moments, quietly extinguished. Responding immediately, Rah glanced at the Winged Dragon in her arms, unhappily pursing his lips, with a long arm scooped up the female, intensifying his grip to express discontent. He frowned, wanting to pull the Little Winged Dragon away from the female’s chest, but the solemnly-faced Wen Shu swiftly restrained his hand. "Rah, something’s not right, try and see if you can use superpowers." She furrowed her brow, awaiting teleportation, but after tens of seconds, Rah scratched the back of his head, looking puzzled at her, "Female, seems like I still can’t use it, do I have magnets on me?" He burst with a series of doubts. However, Wen Shu’s ears slightly twitched, reaching out to cover his mouth, she sternly said, "Listen." On the tranquil island, the tide tirelessly washed the rocks, the sea breeze gently stroke the flowers, making a faint rustling sound. Amidst these sounds, another veiled sound of a heavy object crashing into the sea intertwined.