In fact, Bai Zhi'er certainly knew that he was enduring for her.
How could it not hurt when struck by Heavenly Thunder?
Back then, when she helped Xiao Li through the Heavenly Tribulation, she inadvertently took a few strikes and almost fainted from the pain.
And yet, Feng Fuce, who was whipped until his skin was torn, casually said it was nothing.
Suddenly, a hot tear fell on his shoulder.
Feng Fuce was startled: "Don't cry."
Bai Zhi'er quickly wiped away her tears: "I don't even know what's wrong, the tears just fell."
"Maybe your heart aches at your foolishness, hurting without knowing to cry out."
An esteemed Great Demon Venerate, following her, truly suffered every hardship.
Even directly losing a century of cultivation.
Feng Fuce, hearing her say this, pressed his thin lips into a faint smile.
"If you truly feel sorry, then hold me."
Bai Zhi'er blushed, feigning indignation: "No! Holding you won't make you better immediately."
