Xuanyuan Xuantian said, his voice was very soft, very different from the tone he usually used when ordering himself.
"oh,,,,,,"
Ling Xiaotu said that she suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood, which made her stay there.[
"Um, are you injured!?" She shouted, wanting to check Xuanyuan Xuantian's body.
Xuanyuan Xuantian just hummed softly,
"I told you, don't move."
He frowned and quickly pushed Ling Xiaotu's hand away.
"You're not going to be my meat pad down there, are you?"
Ling Xiaotu was unsure. It was so chaotic when she fell that she didn't feel what happened specifically.
But with Xuanyuan Xuantian's skill, he shouldn't be injured at such a height - although it sounds very strange that he would protect himself.
Xuanyuan Xuantian was groping around on his chest, probably checking to see if it was broken somewhere. When he heard this, he casually said,
"Don't worry, my body has the ability to survive no matter what."
He stood up slowly while holding on to the car that had fallen to the ground. Ling Xiaotu saw a bright red liquid seeping out from the corners of his tightly closed mouth.
But the man quickly covered his mouth, his white fingers like a cold seal, refusing to allow others to notice any vulnerability.
Ling Xiaotu nervously supported him. If he usually would have been waved away, Xuanyuan Xuantian was very quiet at this moment.
Fortunately, Xuanyuan Xuantian only stood like this for a while, then pushed her hand away and walked forward. The smell of blood disappeared, and his steps did not look like he had been injured at all, or that it was not his body that was injured.
Ling Xiaotu followed him without saying a word. She was convinced that Xuanyuan Xuantian must have been injured in order to save herself again, but she didn't want to be saved by him at all.
If he hadn't treated the spider so cruelly before it died, that thing probably wouldn't have brought them to this place to play before it died.
Ling Xiaotu wanted to think in her heart that Xuanyuan Xuantian deserved it, but she couldn't feel that way.
There were so many bloody incidents today that made her uncomfortable, and the blur of blood also made her feel sick and uncomfortable.
She stared closely at Xuanyuan Xuantian's originally white face, which now looked even paler, and thought a little self-deprecatingly that it was really a romantic thing for a monster to be saved over and over again by a heavenly master who killed his own kind.