After coming out, A Ming immediately lay on the ground and frantically rubbed his back to extinguish the flames on his body.
After extinguishing,
A Ming lay on the ground somewhat helplessly,
because compared to these burns, he preferred being shot by arrows.
Removing arrowheads is much simpler, just pull them out, one, two, three, four, clink clank clink;
but with these burns, he would have to wait for Siniang to help clean out the sand, dust, and clothing debris embedded in the wounds on his back; otherwise, when his flesh heals, his body would become like a stuffed cookie.
Oh, that would definitely be an extremely distressing experience.
"Assassins!"
"Protect the Lord!"
"Protect the Lord!"
The armored guards rushed over immediately, and just as Zheng Fan got up, he was surrounded by three layers of his own soldiers protecting him with their bodies.
