However, the self-protection mechanism of the body was not enough to make Draven so fragile.
After the pain in his body disappeared, Draven gradually came to his senses.
The buzzing in his ears was replaced by the cold voice in his memory, making him feel a little happy.
Draven had never expected that the medicine that could treat his pain would be Cierra's voice.
Hearing this, it seemed that it didn't hurt anymore.
Cierra had indeed rushed over from the kitchen. The reason was that the cake she had just baked had just been ready. She had wanted to call William over to taste it, but she didn't expect to see him pressing someone to the ground and beating the other party to death.
The fist landed on the man's belly, causing a layer of dust to rise. It was unknown how much strength William had used. If Draven got hurt from the beating, William would have to bear the responsibility. It was not worth it.