A faint blush appeared on Yue Li's pale and delicate face, as she wanted to break free from Wang Hao's embrace.
But having just been injured, she didn't have the strength to stand and could only lean on Wang Hao, using him as support.
Wang Hao solemnly said, "Dear lady, you see, you're already very sick, and without treatment, you're doomed. With the Buddhist thought that saving a life is more meritorious than building a Level 7 pagoda, I've decided to treat you whether you agree or not. And I won't charge you a single cent afterward, you can rest assured!"
"You big bad guy!"
The little fox puffed her cheeks and glared at Wang Hao, then reached out a small hand to pinch his waist, warning this bad guy not to go too far.
"Humph!"
Zhao Yiling snorted indignantly, stepping forward to rescue Yue Li from the Great Demon King's grasp.
But before she could reach Yue Li, an extreme chill surged toward her, scaring Zhao Yiling to quickly withdraw her hand.
