Pas slowly came to. Through the two antennae that automatically extended out, the first person he saw was Huang Ji.
"You're badly hurt. Why use such a brutal method to remove your head?" Huang Ji held the large Snail Shell and gave it some simple treatment.
Soon, a face emerged from the Snail Shell. It was limp and soft, but still recognizably Pas.
Pas was a little dazed. He had lost consciousness halfway through and had no idea what had happened. Seeing himself cradled in Huang Ji's palm, he immediately rolled around, trying to escape.
But some force held him fast. No matter how he rolled, he was like a mouse running on a wheel, spinning in place.
"Let me go! Don't tell me you still want to kill me?" Pas's soft skin gurgled, his voice sounding as though he were speaking underwater.
Huang Ji tilted his head. "What did you say? Die? You won't die, you won't die. Don't worry, I'm a Doctor. I'll definitely be able to heal you. It'll just take some time."
"I really didn't expect you to be so trustworthy. You came all this way and had your subordinates remove your head to give to me. You truly have the bearing of the Dragon Race. Admirable!"
Pas said angrily, "You dare imprison me?"
Huang Ji went on as if he had not heard him. "Nai Di, he's hurt this badly. If he goes back alone and dies halfway there, that won't be blamed on me, right?"
Nai Di answered decisively, "If he dies from severe injuries, then yes, it will."
Huang Ji said, "Then I can't let you run around, Pas. Let your head rest and recover here with me. If you want to leave, have your family come collect you."
Pas snapped, "You three-eyed