When Su Youyi, looking utterly content, emerged with her hair still slightly damp, alongside Wan Tinggui and Pang Qingshi, she was met with the sight of her senior, He Zhiqing, and Ke Mengzhan, the three forming a triangle around the collapsed figure of Uncle Orange on the lawn.
And at this moment, the three of them wore worried expressions, occasionally heaving sighs.
Uncle Orange lay sprawled on the ground, his soft belly facing upwards, eyes tightly shut, and not a trace of vitality to be felt from his body.
"What happened to Uncle Orange?"
Su Youyi and her companions were taken aback by this sudden turn of events. What was going on?
"Oh, Uncle Orange is fine. He'll be bouncing around again after lying down for two or three days…"
As Su Youyi approached, a faint scent reached Liang Yi's nose, prompting him to take a couple more sniffs before speaking.
"How did he suddenly lose so much Essence Blood?"
