After a while, as Shang Bai Yu stopped, a large number of White Plum blossoms bloomed one after another on Zhang Tai and Du Tao's bodies.
Suddenly, a fog-like white mist surged out, enveloping their bodies, warm and slightly cool.
Not long after, once the mist had dispersed, the injuries on both of their bodies had rapidly healed to their original state.
"It's truly miraculous!"
Although most people in the classroom had already witnessed Shang Bai Yu's White Plum Finger, they couldn't help but click their tongues in wonder at this moment.
"Teacher Xiao He, Zhang Tai and Du Tao each have 47 bullet marks on their bodies," Shang Bai Yu said to He Yanan, who had walked over.
During the healing process for Zhang Tai, Shang Bai Yu had conveniently counted the bullet marks on both of their bodies.
"Oh?" He Yanan looked at Shang Bai Yu, a flash of surprise in her eyes, before she smiled and said, "Not bad, it saves me counting."
