"You said I have strong limbs but a simple mind!" Wanyan Kang pointed at his nose, his face incredulous. "Hmph! I'm so handsome, charming, and lovable, with elegance and wisdom combined. I won't stoop to the level of a little girl like you! Let's go! Up to the second floor!"
Murong Qiqi didn't follow Wanyan Kang but went to Bai Yiyue's side. During the fight just now, Bai Yiyue's left hand was injured, cut by a treasured sword, and was now bleeding.
"This is Jin Chuang Medicine! Your wound isn't deep. Apply the medicine early to stop the bleeding, and you won't have scars later!" Murong Qiqi tore a white cloth, wanting to bandage Bai Yiyue, but Murong Qinglian stopped her.
"Wait! You say this is Jin Chuang Medicine, but is it really? Who knows if you have good intentions! What if it's poison?" Murong Qinglian's words were sharp and harsh, especially in the quiet first floor.
