Da Lang and Second Lang don't need any urging; climbing trees is what they're best at.
Liu Li hadn't even gotten a clear look before, in just three maneuvers, the brothers were standing on a branch.
Worried that there wouldn't be enough room, Da Lang and Second Lang climbed up another level, sitting right at the top of the tree.
The wind from the river blew, causing the branches to sway back and forth; Liu Li clutched his chest, feeling like his heart was about to jump out.
But in the next second, Qin Yao shouted, "Go for it!" and he just felt a weight on his shoulder, his feet lifted off the ground.
Tossed onto the tree, Liu Li tightly held onto Da Zhuang who was also tossed up, both master and servant shivering, not daring to make a sound.
Liu Ji gave him a contemptuous smile, then confidently stretched his hands toward Qin Yao on the tree: "Darling darling, pull me pull me!"
The distance was too high, so Qin Yao told him to jump up a bit.
