Chapter 11: A Bizarre Scene_3

Zhao Xing reacted quickly and wasn't hurt by the collision.

But the person opposite him, perhaps too focused, hit their head directly on the hard edge of a rock.

The corner of the eye cracked open, and a cut also appeared on the forehead, immediately causing blood to flow like a fountain.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhao Xing finally redirected his attention to the present and jumped when he saw this scene.

"It's nothing." Han Bing shook his sleeve, wiped his wound a bit, and casually smeared something before standing up.

Is this guy's head made of iron?

Even like this, he still wants to continue comprehension?

"Maybe you should stop the bleeding first," Zhao Xing said, pulling him a bit, "This also affects your comprehension. A blink of an eye, a little inattention, and you won't be able to see anything."

After thinking for a moment, Han Bing said, "Alright."

He took out a white medicinal plaster from his chest, tore it open, and slapped it on his head.