C167 Little Geniuses of the Apocalypse 15

When she woke up again, it was Yue Hao who roused her. The sky was already a dusky twilight. Yue Hao held a steel pipe in each hand, and the backpack he had moved to his front was covered in all sorts of unpleasant fluids.

“What happened?” Yiyue rubbed her sleepy eyes, trying to move but feeling weak all over.

“Nothing, we’re almost there,” Yue Hao’s voice echoed in her ear