With a move of his fingers, Mason Xuan quickly evaporated the monk's robes, then released the evaporated Jasper Jiang, and then followed Twenty-Seven with long strides, heading towards the riverbank where passenger boats gathered.
Xavier Xue was wrapped around his wrist, and his thin tail was hanging unconsciously, and the tip was exposed from the cuff, swaying. He arched under his sleeves and finally poked out half a finger-sized faucet, tilting his head to look at Twenty-Seven.
Although this kid was extremely thin before, he looked more energetic than Nineteen. Probably because he often went out for running. In addition, he had a somewhat stubborn temper and always seemed to have strong muscles and bones. He was a tough-minded naughty kid.
But now, every step he took seemed to be extremely difficult. The steps were light and floating, as if as soon as they touched the ground, they couldn't help but lift their feet, and it would be uncomfortable to use any more force. It looked quite strenuous... as if he was enduring great pain.
After only walking about ten steps, his face was as white as paper, and as soon as the wet water on his forehead was dried, another layer of cold sweat broke out.
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