Seeing Leng Yue and Mo Luo start to bicker, Yue Yinchuan's spirit broke. In this girl's eyes, am I no more significant than a speck of snot? Not even worthy of that man's ultimate move?
Yue Yinchuan felt he had never been so insulted in his entire life.
As Leng Yue treated Yue Yinchuan's injuries, she comforted him, "Don't be angry. That's just the way he is. Don't stoop to his level. Rest assured, I'll heal your wounds."
Yue Yinchuan stared at Leng Yue's cold, beautiful face and asked, "Why are you treating me? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you after I recover?"
Leng Yue slapped her forehead. "Oh dear, I forgot about that."
With a smile, she then crushed Yue Yinchuan's knees and elbows.
"AAARGH..."
Yue Yinchuan screamed in agony, looking at Leng Yue in horror. Is this girl a devil? She smiled while crushing my knees and elbows. That's just too brutal!
