The distance between Wuyuan Casino and Fulai Inn was only a dozen minutes. It seemed to be very short in Yi Qianxu's eyes, but now it seemed to have been stretched infinitely.
He felt Si Yaya in his arms was on the verge of death. He gritted his teeth and pushed his qinggong to the extreme.
"Yaya... Nothing must happen to you!"
###Chapter70,The Line Between Life and Death
Yi Qianxu carried the bloody-covered Si Yaya back to the inn. When he entered the door, he shouted, "Huaiyu! Huaiyu!"
Zhu Huaiyu had known him for so long, but he had never heard such a hurried voice. When he came out of the house in a hurry, he saw the seriously injured Si Yaya in his arms and his sad expression.
"Carry her directly to my house. You two go to boil hot water. The more the better!" Zhu Huaiyu said.
