Yun Ran deliberately changed the topic to something more relaxed. She even raised her porcelain-white face and smiled at him coquettishly.
She acted as if nothing had happened.
However, when he met her smile, the heartache and pain in Mo Beiyuan's eyes did not fade at all.
"Apart from your arm, where else are you hurt?"
Mo Beiyuan was not sure how serious her injuries were after being knocked out so many times.
However, he clearly knew how terrifying the power of the Heavenly Stone was.
With Yun Ran's cultivation, how much strength did it take to knock her out dozens of times?
After so many collisions, she couldn't have just injured her arm.
Yun Ran had a headache. It seemed that she could not shake it off.
She glanced at the King of Ghouls unhappily. This person's mouth was too loose.
"It's just my arm that's injured. I'm not injured anywhere else. What do you mean by falling half to death? Do you believe this old demon's words? I think he's about to die."
