Miluo had his back to her and did not see the fleeting murderous intent in her eyes.
"However, you've been affected by so many messy poisons and poisonous insects, it is going to take a lot of effort to completely heal you, plus your external injuries—" she paused, apparently calculating, "Hmm, you can't move at all for ten days. If you want to fully recover, it will take about half a month."
"Tsk tsk. You really have provoked someone you shouldn't have." She concluded her summary, then saw the fox's back stiffen, obviously annoyed, "Actually, I also messed with someone I shouldn't have, but thank God, I'm still alive and well."
She sneered at the fox's silhouette: "I hope my adversary never finds me. Otherwise, you will be my cautionary example." She sighed deeply.
"I wonder if my adversary found me, would they also break my arms and legs, snap my ribs, and smear me with three or four types of poisons?"
Her adversary, isn't it him? Miluo remained silent.
