Su Yan, Feng Qi, and Jiang Yi rushed to Jiang Zheyu's side, their eyes filled with worry.
"Yu Yu, how are you?"
"Jiang Yuyu, are you alright?"
"Mistress, quick, wipe it away."
Jiang Yi took a cloth from his pocket, gently pulled Jiang Zheyu's hand over, and began wiping the blood from her face.
'This blood stinks.'
Jiang Zheyu's face scrunched up in discomfort.
Su Yan quickly produced a bottle of water for Jiang Zheyu. "Yu Yu, quick, wash your face."
As if he were her savior, Jiang Zheyu quickly took the water and began to wash her face.
"If you're going to kill a Zerg, can't you drag it away first?" Feng Qi's expression darkened as he walked toward the man with the buzz cut, his tone dripping with annoyance. "You just had to kill it right in front of her. What if she'd gotten hurt?"
