Holding the clothes, Xia Yi returned to Uncle Meng's side, "Head Escort Meng, pardon me, I need to change your clothes."
Uncle Meng had come around a bit, and he was somewhat worried, "Outside... so many people, girl... you're, too... dangerous."
"Now the outside is in chaos, which is exactly our chance to escape. Head Escort Meng, don't worry, leave everything to me."
Uncle Meng gritted his teeth, at this moment he couldn't do much, he could only listen to her, trying not to be a burden.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
Xia Yi initially wanted to take off his bloodied clothes, but some parts of the fabric were directly stuck to his wounds, and the wounds had scabbed over. If she pulled them off, not only would the wounds reopen, but the bleeding would also be hard to stop.
Xia Yi could only wrap the guard's clothes directly over Uncle Meng's clothes, but Uncle Meng was robust while the guard was rather short and small, making the clothes a bit tight.
