The lightning strikes and terrifying astral winds had just subsided.
Zhou Bing and Feng San Niang had already rushed to Tang Wen's side, reaching out to support him.
"How did you end up like this?"
"So many wounds!"
"It's nothing. They just look scary." Tang Wen gave a tired smile and bent his arm to flex his muscles, but he put too much force into it.
PFFT—
His wounds split open, and streams of fresh blood sprayed out.
"Er?"
"Don't move!" Zhou Bing's expression turned fierce, and she even raised her hand as if to smack him.
But his body was so covered in injuries that she couldn't find a spot to hit.
Seeing the redness in Zhou Bing's beautiful eyes, Tang Wen didn't dare to joke around anymore.
He swallowed the Healing Medicine Feng San Niang had brought and obediently spread his arms, letting the two women apply medicine to his body.
The mix of pain and coolness felt like needles pricking him, bringing a tingling ache.
