"Ninth Brother, I'll never dare again. Please spare me."
Cold sweat streamed down Ning Rongrong's face from the pain, but the most important thing was that it was too embarrassing. How could Little Jiu hit her?
There were so many people here watching the show.
She lay sprawled there, tears flowing uncontrollably. This was the first time in her life she had suffered such a huge loss.
Whenever she caused trouble before, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had always protected her.
"Will you dare set traps for me again?"
Little Jiu looked at Ning Rongrong and chuckled. You little brat, do you really think I can't handle you?
"No, I won't." Ning Rongrong's eyes burned with furious hatred, but she did not dare show it in her words. Otherwise, she would definitely suffer even more.
"Good. This injury will be enough to keep you bedridden for half a year. You should cherish this precious time and reflect seriously."
Little Jiu gave the instruction with a smile, then patted Ning Rongrong's wound again, making her suck in a sharp breath from the pain.
"You..." Ning Rongrong ground her teeth in anger, already planning how she would deal with Little Jiu next time.
But first, she had to get her injury healed.
Little Jiu was very considerate. Knowing what she was thinking, he smiled before she could speak.
"Beg Ninth Brother, and I'll have someone treat you. How about it? You should know that without my word, Ye Lingling won't treat you."
Ning Rongrong ground her teeth furiously, wanting to bite Little Jiu.
But she now had a divine body, and apart from Ye Lingling, there truly was no one who could treat her.
"Ninth Brother, I was wrong."
"Not sincere enough. Speak from the heart and try again. You can do