Criticizing (1)

A very inconspicuous blood-red seed sneakily climbed up the cliff.

In a corner that no one noticed, they slowly climbed to a high point. In the middle of the valley, Fang Qianyuan and Wang Qiushan glared at each other.

Not far away from them, Wang Shaoyuan sat on the top of the mountain. There was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was pale. The two of them closed their eyes and digested the medicinal effects of the pill.

The battle just now had injured these people.

Especially when they were chasing after each other, in order to protect their young masters and young ladies, they did not care about the price and had many hidden injuries on their bodies.