Fortunately, she couldn't use her full strength with her right hand. Otherwise, this man in black would have been beaten to death by her.
She had promised Bruiser that she would let him take revenge personally. She had to let him live.
"Miss, we'll pull it out after we go down the mountain." Mo Yuan's tone was trembling.
She did not bring any medicine with her. If she pulled out the sword directly…
"Am I still your young miss? Just pull it out if I tell you to!" Shen Yijia urged.
Mo Yuan glanced at her, closed her eyes, and grabbed the hilt. She gritted her teeth and pulled the sword out.
Blood instantly dyed the clothes around the wound red.
Shen Yijia groaned in pain and almost fainted. She subconsciously wanted to force out a drop of spiritual liquid and consume it, but she stopped when she thought of something.
