When Wei Shi fell, two figures rushed out from the street on the right side, quickly arriving in front of Wei Shi. They helped him up, examined his injuries, and then fed him an elixir.
After doing all this, one of the youths, pale with no beard and eyes like a predator, fixed his gaze intently on the approaching Ye Xuan, and said in a deep voice, "If you dare not fight or are unwilling to fight, you can simply say so. Why let others deal the vicious blow!?"
Ao Rulong's eyes drifted towards that youth, slightly squinting, pondering whether he had gone too soft just now, and that it would have been better to kill that guy.
"Xiao Qi!"
The youth supporting Wei Shi called out lightly, signaling with his eyes not to act recklessly.
The youth called Xiao Qi, with a cold and harsh expression, said in a deep voice, "Even if it wasn't Wei Shi who got hurt today, but someone else, I, Xiao Qi, would still stand up!"
A trace of killing intent flashed in Ao Rulong's eyes.
