Just as Lu Meili was thinking about her next plan with the remaining magic that she had, Long Cheng suddenly asked furiously, placing her down on her feet, his scaled face looking down on her injuries.
The stealth talisman was already running out before Lu Meili could have finalized her plan. She did not even have any left now, so the reaction from Long Cheng caught her off guard and surprised her.
At the moment, Long Cheng was looking at her dishevelled appearance. She was wet from the rain, her feet were dirty with mud, due to running, and there were minor wounds, he didn't seem to miss.
"Meili… Why don't you take care of yourself more?" He asked in a whisper as he reached for her feet before Long Cheng lifted his hand and carefully examined her thigh wound.
