Notting Academy.
"You really won't kill me?" Xiao Wu looked timidly at Jiang Lan.
The sight of him still made her nervous.
After all, Jiang Lan would not indulge her the way Tang San did. When he said he would hit her, he meant it.
Her cheeks still hurt.
Seeing Xiao Wu covered in bruises, her cheeks slightly swollen, Jiang Lan quietly took a step back. Then he used his Third Soul Skill to heal her.
Watery blue light fell over Xiao Wu. In the blink of an eye, her bruises and swelling vanished.
"Huh? It doesn't hurt anymore!" Xiao Wu touched her cheeks and body, delighted.
"Hmph. If your unreasonable third brother hadn't interfered, I'd have had my junior heal you ages ago," Shui Yue'er said with a huff.
"I-I'm sorry!" Xiao Wu lowered her head, her cheeks flushing as she hurried to apologize.
She had never expected things to take such a strange turn.
"If you ask me, Tang San probably treats you like his personal property, not a person. He just wants you to be a pretty ornament," Yu Hairou said, pursing her lips.
Soul Masters getting hurt in Soul Fighting was commonplace. Unless an injury threatened their life or future, it counted as minor. A healing-type Soul Master could take care of it.
And these were only superficial wounds.
Who got angry over a few little scratches?
Wasn't that just crazy?
A normal person would be grateful their opponent had held back!
Of course, considering that Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, Tang San's sudden anger was not entirely incomprehensible.
Tang San was probably afraid someone would kill Xiao Wu and cost him a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
"All right, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go," Jiang Lan said.
"Okay!"
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