Fu Ling retracted his hand and looked back. He sounded surprised, "Why did you buy so many things?"
Eleven stood aside and didn't say anything.
Xie Cheng's leg was still pierced with silver needles. He showed his handsome and dazzling face and said faintly, "Another one."
Fu Ling did not understand what he was saying. He looked at Shuo Feng and then at Xie Cheng. "Another one?"
Fu Ling had planned to go to Jiangnan to stay for a while, but along the way, he had heard that Xie Cheng was injured on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death. Although he survived, he injured his legs. He was afraid that he would never be able to stand up again. In the future, he would never be able to go to battle. It would ruin his life.
He also heard that his temperament had changed drastically. He had become ruthless and malicious. He had lost his appetite and was no longer as elegant as before. He was half-dead.
