Su Chen sighed, his mind stirred, and he looked at Nalan Qingcheng: "Qingcheng, take Qiong'er to rest."
Relatively speaking, Nalan Qingcheng was only lightly injured, and now, she was almost healed.
Nalan Qingcheng nodded without saying more. She knew that comfort was useless now, and the best she could do was not complicate matters.
She supported Di Qiong and left.
Meanwhile, Su Chen moved towards Nangong Wu, Yoo Junluo, Qing Jian, and others.
As he walked, Su Chen bit his finger, letting the blood flow!!!
He came before Nangong Wu.
"Drink." Su Chen said without any nonsense, raising his finger to her lips.
"Husband, you're hurt too. I won't drink." Nangong Wu stubbornly shook her head. Su Chen's condition was not good, severely depleted. Even though his face was covered in blood, it was still visibly pale.
"Drink." Su Chen insisted, his voice firm.
