Watching the few of them flee in disarray.
Hong Yu then helped the dazed Zhao Feng'Er, who was kneeling on the ground, to her feet. "It's alright now!"
But Zhao Feng'Er didn't respond.
Hong Yu noticed her eyes were still unfocused. The despair she'd just experienced had clearly left her unable to snap back to reality.
'Such a hard life for them.'
Hong Yu sighed softly.
He took a Spirit Pill from his Storage Ring and fed it to Zhao Feng'Er. Her eyes slowly regained their focus. Her first reaction was to scream, "Don't hit my brother! I'm begging you, let my brother go..."
"Alright, alright, it's okay. Your brother is fine!"
Hong Yu gently patted Zhao Feng'Er's shoulder.
"H-He's fine?"
Zhao Feng'Er was taken aback.
She looked around and, sure enough, didn't see the young man anymore. Gradually calming down, she then looked at the unconscious Zhao Hu hanging from the tree, shouted "Brother!", and rushed over.
She clawed at Zhao Hu with both hands.
