Tracking in a dangerous situation

The air seemed to have frozen in an instant.

Other than the sound of sacred hands quickly treating the wound, no one spoke in the large room.

"Miss Lin!"

If it wasn't for her, young master wouldn't have become like this.

Uncle Liang was indignant, as if he was about to blurt out something.

"Uncle Liang!"

Shangguan shixiu said coldly, almost as if he was giving a warning.

Uncle Liang lowered his head and kept quiet.

"I'm going to perform an operation."

Under sacred hands 'silver-dyed hair, his brows were deeply furrowed. Shangguan shixiu's wound was obviously not something that could be solved with simple treatment. Fortunately, he always carried the tools with him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan shixiu's cold palm had already clasped his wrist.

His eyes were still on Lin Hanxing's face.

"I didn't know what happened that day."

Lin Hanxing was silent.