Wang Xuanwen followed behind them, eyes full of anxiety and displeasure.
How could they just leave?!
He had just managed to send a signal to those kidnappers!
Now they're changing places, and he'll have to rearrange everything.
Bai Zhi'er was being led by Mo Yanchi, with her right hand holding Fang Youzhen.
The little person's steps were unsteady, and her big eyes squinted.
As if she hadn't recovered from the stench yet.
After reaching upstream, the smell was finally not as pungent.
Mo Yanchi asked everyone to find a place to rest.
He placed Bai Zhi'er to sit on a big rock.
Everyone gathered around her with concern: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
Bai Zhi'er shook her head, her chubby little cheeks shaking with it.
She sniffed her little nose: "It's just that nothing smells nice now."
Everyone around froze for a moment, and Mo Yanchi was the first to helplessly laugh out loud.
"Poor little apprentice."
