After following the river on a flat path for a while, the road ahead became somewhat challenging.
Originally, Liang Zhiqiong was walking at the front, but after two hours, she had already fallen behind, gritting her teeth to keep up with the three ahead of her.
Ascending a small slope, Liang Zhiqiong sighed, stopped, and raised a hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
When she looked up, she found that in just a few seconds, the distance between her and Mo Shangjun, Ding Jing, and Su Bei had widened.
"Aren't you tired?" Liang Zhiqiong raised her voice incredulously and shouted at them.
Upon hearing her, all three of them stopped simultaneously and turned to look at her.
Su Bei, carrying a sniper rifle, raised his eyebrows at Liang Zhiqiong, "Xiaoliang, do you need a piggyback ride?"
"How about taking a break?"
With one hand in her pocket, Ding Jing tilted her head, intending to seek Mo Shangjun's opinion.
"Sure."
Mo Shangjun readily nodded.
Liang Zhiqiong: "..."
