The Monster wore a playful grin on the surface, yet he was severely injured.
No matter how well he concealed it.
That stunning face still caught the attention of the Western Xia Barbarian Soldiers.
If it weren't for his quick thinking in a critical moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to return.
He took off his upper garment.
His body was covered with wounds, barely a patch of good skin left.
Bruised and swollen, with cuts still oozing blood.
Tiger shouted angrily.
"Who the hell beat you up like this?!"
Several large handprints swelled on the fair chest.
There were several black footprints on his side waist.
Cuts from knives and stabs from daggers on his arms, the blood had already stained his inner clothes a shocking red.
Xia Tingfeng quickly called the Military Doctor over to bandage his wounds.
The Monster's face was as pale as paper, yet he still joked stubbornly.
"Mere scratches, nothing worth mentioning!"
Rat raised an eyebrow.
