Ji Jue raised his hand, pointing out the doubts one by one: "I won't even ask why you turned on and then off the shower just now. Even if you spilled wine, the smell of blood can't be covered up in such a hurry. If I were you, at the very least, I'd use some perfume to cover it up, though you probably don't have such a thi—ugh!"
Before he could finish speaking, he got punched.
No surprise!
Let's just say, the mouth of the Ruins is as hard as its fist. If you don't plan to acknowledge one, you'll have to taste the other!
Then, the scars on the palm could no longer be concealed.
Wen Wen's wrist was grabbed.
Her fingers were forcibly pried open.
The wound that had been sliced by the Thunder Sword still had not healed even now. The pale wound was slowly oozing blood, soaking through the bandage,
Deep enough to see the bone.
All this time, there was not the slightest sign of recovery. Unlike the Chosen One, just in terms of healing ability, even ordinary people were better.
