Ying Zijin's voice was low, and her eyelashes trembled, "When I tell you to run that way, you run that way, do you hear me?"
"No," Fu Chen clenched his teeth, "I'll get you out of here."
Finally, the person they had been waiting for showed up.
It was not an enemy.
Fu Chen exclaimed in surprise, "Ancestor!"
Ying Zijin's eyes gradually relaxed, and her hand also loosened, "You're here."
"I am," Fu Yunshen embraced her, "I've always been here."
Ying Zijin tilted her head slightly, her voice very light and a touch weary, "Then I'll take a nap, and you watch over me."
At that moment, her tense body finally relaxed, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Fu Yunshen's gaze suddenly tightened.
He held the girl tight and raised his hand to seal several of her acupuncture points with his inner strength.
After sealing these acupuncture points, a bit of color returned to Ying Zijin's face, and her breathing also became much smoother.
