"I didn't expect the injury would be so serious," Xiao Mo said with a sigh.
Thinking back, what hasn't Ye Que experienced before? But what did those count as injuries? He never paid attention to them.
This time, who would have thought a cup could make him so fragile?
But it's not certain yet, we still need twenty hours of observation to see how it goes.
"Brother Xiao, no matter what, you must make sure he gets better," Chi Zaozao sobbed quietly, her heart aching to death.
Why is it so severe?
Blindness, if he really can't see anything, what should we do?
"I will do my utmost," knowing how sad Chi Zaozao was, Xiao Mo patted her back to comfort her, "You must also believe in Ye Que. He fears nothing, not even the King of Hell, so he'll be fine."
What do you mean, fearing not even the King of Hell? If it really comes to that, no one can stop it.
