Curling up, the resentment of the Water Ghosts was like needles of poison stabbing into Gao Ming's body, and even after escaping, the hatred did not dissipate.
Seeing Gao Ming in such pain, Zhang Ding silently walked to him, extended his hand, and placed it on Gao Ming's head.
The residual pain and resentment on Gao Ming's body slowly flowed toward Zhang Ding's palm, like water, and soon a new wound appeared on the back of Zhang Ding's hand.
At the same time, Gao Ming felt much more relieved.
He opened his eyes, gasping for air, and slowly sat up while clutching at his chest, then turned to Bai Xiao and said, "Not everyone was rescued, I did my best."
Bai Xiao was a very cold person, and he didn't know how to respond to Gao Ming. It took him a while before he finally said, "Thank you for saving my team and my sister."
This was probably the first time Bai Xiao had ever expressed gratitude in his life. He spoke slowly and earnestly.
