"Master Yao Yao, go save him quickly, this little monk will hold these two off."
The Little Monk had a decent impression of Ye Qingfeng. After all, because Ye Qingfeng and they had worked together, they were now in danger.
"Little Monk, can you manage it?"
Mu Yaoyao looked at the Little Monk doubtfully. Both of them had sustained some injuries earlier, and their spiritual power had also been significantly depleted.
Now, one-on-one, they could suppress their respective guards, but against two, Mu Yaoyao feared the Little Monk couldn't hold on.
"This little monk will try. If that kind-hearted benefactor were to lose his life, we wouldn't hold up either."
The Little Monk uttered a Buddhist chant.
"Do you think we don't exist?"
The guard entangled with the Little Monk naturally understood their intentions.
"Master Yao Yao, quickly go assist."
