"Where are you going to carry me?" The familiar voice sounded by his ear, making Tang Nazhi freeze. The voice was so familiar; he thought he could no longer hear it again...

"Brother..." Tang Nazhi's voice trembled.

"I’m not dead yet?" Li Xiaowei jumped down from Tang Nazhi's back. He moved his lower limbs and found nothing wrong with his body.

"..." Tang Nazhi gritted his teeth and could not say anything.