Lian Bud cried out, "This is my nose!"
Li Banfeng turned and shouted, "I didn't see your eyes!"
"They're covered!"
Li Banfeng was puzzled.
Little Lian Bud repeated, "My eyes, they're covered."
Eye-coverings. He said the Inner State had such things. Had his eyes been covered by people from the Inner State?
After running for a long while, Little Lian Bud cried out, "Stop!"
Li Banfeng momentarily stopped, leaning on his knees and gasping for breath. In fact, he had become accustomed to it. Over the past three days, he had pushed his Taoist Sect techniques to the limit, trying every means possible to deal with Lian Bud.
Little Lian Bud stood about ten meters away and asked Li Banfeng, "You know Old Train's footwork, and you can sing the 'Train Ballad.' You must be a friend of Old Train, right?"
"I'm his brother!"
"Good, I believe you!" Lian Bud nodded slightly. "You say you didn't steal my oil, but why is my oil missing?"
