This time, Qin Han had another gash across his shoulder. Half of his body had nearly been cleaved off by Wu Shanji.
Li Mu Yang once again cast the Minor Circle Light Technique to heal Qin Han's wounds, while Wen Ruo Ruo once again tearfully begged Qin Han not to rush forward and throw his life away, begging Li Mu Yang to take Qin Han's place in dying or to kill Wu Shanji---
See? Women were always this realistic.
This time, his injuries were even more severe than before. Even after Li Mu Yang used the Minor Circle Light Technique to heal the wounds, Qin Han still felt as though he was struggling immensely. His left arm could hardly be raised. The sword wound in his chest still throbbed faintly. It seemed that he would need some time to recover completely.
"How do you feel?" Li Mu Yang looked into Qin Han's eyes and asked.
"I'm fine." Qin Han's gaze was firm. He habitually pulled his mouth into a foolish grin, but when he found that even smiling tugged at his wounds, he hurriedly shut his mouth again. He looked rather comical and foolish.
"Young Master Xiangma, please—I beg you, don't let Third Brother go up again—" Wen Ruo Ruo clutched Li Mu Yang's shoulder, tears filling her eyes. "He'll die."
Li Mu Yang chuckled softly and said in a deep voice, "Then who do you think should go?"
"Young Master Xiangma—" Wen Ruo Ruo stared at Li Mu Yang with wide eyes, not understanding why he would ask such a question.
"What if I hadn't discovered Wu Shanji's sinister intentions? What if I hadn't returned tonight? What if I also weren't his match—what would you do?" Li Mu Yang asked. "It's not that I'm unwilling to help you, but