Wu Xiaorong hung his head, and Gu Yu did the same. Lei Gang, Deng Feng, and Chen Youwei, however, nodded.
Wen Xishu was quite surprised; how did two people manage to survive the apocalypse?
Still, he needed this team for cover for now, so he said:
"I'll carry Wu Xiaorong; Old Liu, you take Gu Yu."
Liu Jianxin nodded, having no objections.
But Gu Yu protested:
"I... I want Brother Xishu to carry me."
Wen Xishu didn't think much of it:
"Alright, then Old Liu, you take Wu Xiaorong."
Liu Jianxin didn't feel anything at first, but upon seeing how solid Wu Xiaorong looked... he suddenly felt sorry for his Inconstant Sword.
He planned to travel using Sword Control, but with this Inconstant Sword carrying a two to three hundred pounds fatty, it better not get bent.
The group quickly started moving.
Wu Xiaorong thought Liu Jianxin was going to carry him, but when he saw Liu Jianxin draw his sword, he exclaimed excitedly:
