As for Xin Huohuo, the wounds smeared with demon blood were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her skin and flesh were soon perfectly intact. Unfortunately, her clothes were in tatters, revealing her fair, slender legs, as well as her delicate waist and stomach.
"Water," Bei Mingyuan commanded without turning around. He picked up the clothes lying on the ground, draped them over Xin Huohuo, and held out his hand behind him.
Xuan Liu, still reeling from the shock, hurried forward and handed over a cup of water.
Bei Mingyuan propped Xin Huohuo up, let the remaining demon blood drip into the cup, and poured it down her throat.
In the blink of an eye, her difficulty breathing vanished completely. Clearly, her throat, which had been swollen from the smoke, had returned to normal.
"She's all right now, isn't she?" Xuan Liu, a tall, sturdy, bald man with muscles like iron, asked softly with a subservient air.
