Zhu Qilan covered her aching chest and struggled to sit up cross-legged.
The vitality of a cultivator at the God Transformation Realm is robust. In just a moment, the three bloody holes perforated through her chest and back had completely healed.
She stood up expressionlessly and summoned the two White Tigers to stand in front of her, blocking Lu Bei's view.
Squeak, squeak———
"Cousin, what are you doing? If there's anything you want to say, I'm all ears!"
Lu Bei peeped around, but his view was blocked by a chubby face. When he stopped, the White Tiger also stopped. When he moved, the White Tiger followed. After a few rounds of this, except for the clothes Zhu Qilan had thrown on the ground, he saw nothing else.
When the two White Tigers finally disappeared, Zhu Qilan had changed into a new set of clothes. She retied her messy, long hair, wiped away all the blood on the floor, and nodded with a smile at Lu Bei's eager offer to help.
"Get out!"
