章 1712: Face-slapping, Round 7 (4)

Although they were very far apart, they could see that it was indeed the younger prince.

"It's really him! Guys, get him!"

Everyone, Six included, immediately charged out like mad men.

Run! Run! Run!

Meanwhile, the younger prince…

He looked at Feng Wu with a complicated expression in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but hesitated.

Feng Wu gave him a grumpy look. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, the prince fought back his excitement, looked at Feng Wu, and asked, "How… how did you do it?"

He had seen with his own eyes what happened.

He had smiled bitterly when Feng Wu buried things in the ground, because he didn't think that it would work.

He had still been smiling bitterly when Feng Wu set up the formation, for he didn't think the ad hoc formation would work.

When Feng Wu pulled him into the tunnel, he was still smiling bitterly, because he didn't think that they would make it.

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