"Is it just the two of us here?"
Xiao Lingqiu's cold eyes surveyed the surroundings, trying to locate her personal Ghost Guard.
"It should be, right?"
Jiang Shouzhong casually plucked a glowing three-petal flower and pointed to the blood-stained right thigh of Xiao Lingqiu, "Can you handle it yourself? Need help bandaging it?"
Only then did Xiao Lingqiu notice that her right leg was injured.
A sharp stone shard had pierced into the flesh.
However, thanks to the side effects of Rama's remains, she didn't feel too much pain.
"No need."
Xiao Lingqiu attempted to pull out the shard, but for some reason couldn't muster the strength, as if all her energy was spent on speaking and blinking, making it difficult even to move a finger.
Jiang Shouzhong noticed the woman's condition and kindly reminded her: "If you don't deal with it, you might bleed to death."
"None of your damn business!"
Xiao Lingqiu couldn't help but curse.
