Shi Xiaole nodded.
Fortunately, his spiritual strength was strong enough, otherwise, he might have met with calamity this time. But this reminded Shi Xiaole as well, the Martial World was treacherous, and one must always be extremely careful.
"Brother Shi, can you give me a hand?"
The young lady in black extended her hand and lifted her head. Her gorgeous face was slightly pale, giving a sense of frailty, urgently needed to be cherished. Most men were unable to resist the desire to protect her after seeing such a look.
"Miss, do as you please."
Shi Xiaole replied indifferently and began to sit cross-legged, treating his wounds.
"I really suspect Brother Shi has a heart of stone. Even if you are handsome and powerful, no woman would like someone like you."
The black-clothed young lady was irritated, feeling like her charm had been overlooked. She had to prop herself up and tried few times to sit in the right posture before she could start to recover her wounds.
