Le Zhengyue's expression did not change much as he watched Yun Ming's departing figure.
He looked at the woman with gratitude on his face, but she merely nodded at him.
Then she rose to her feet and slowly walked out.
Le Zhengyue did not particularly mind that Ya Li had not spoken to him.
Toward this Holy Spirit Douluo, he now felt an added measure of gratitude.
After all, his injuries were still rather severe. If she had not treated him, recovery would have been difficult.
As he thought, he turned his head to look at Wang Dong.
Only a few minutes after Le Zhengyue awakened, Wang Dong opened his eyes as well.
Wang Dong's eyes were filled with anger.
Seeing that Le Zhengyue had recovered, he let out a long breath.
"Are you crazy? We'd only known each other for a day. Why did you save me? Why did you use your own body to block that attack for me?!"
Wang Dong looked at Le Zhengyue, his eyes filled with incomparably complicated emotions.
He did not understand what he was supposed to feel.
When they had first met, this boy had knocked him to the ground.
Though he was disguised as a man, the feeling had still made him extremely uncomfortable.
Yet now, this boy had saved his life again.
Especially when he had seen the boy fling him away and use his own back to block the attack for him, Wang Dong's expression had become incomparably complicated.
Saying he wanted to repay him with his body would have been a bit too exaggerated.
But Wang Dong's previous displeasure—or rather, faint dissatisfaction—toward Le Zhengyue had long since vanished without a trace.
All that remained in his gaze toward Le Zhengyue was helplessness.
But Le Zhengyue merely smiled at Wang