Boom!! The incoming impact landed on the Golden Rune Wheel, trembling, clang! Then it shattered, and afterward, Qin Yu's face turned pale, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!!!" Xuan Luojun was terrified, her eyes turning red. She immediately brought her fingers together, and the middle-grade fairy sword was unsheathed, the sword light shuttle was offered outside the window, and she flashed to Qin Yu's side, supporting the slender arm of the little master.
"How are you..."
"I'm fine, donor, be careful, it's not safe outside."
"No way, you're injured!"
"I'm fine. Protecting you is something a Buddhist disciple should do."
Then she spat out another mouthful of blood.
Compared to the graceful and elegant image of a woman spitting blood, the pure little monk didn't take the fragile route when spitting blood, avoiding being too effeminate. She was taking a stubborn route now.
