"Wen Shuai..." Faye Webb did not become angry at Jerome Hart's flippancy; on the contrary, she held him even tighter. Jerome Hart had been shot with two arrows in the attempt to save her, and at this moment, she suddenly remembered the warning from Everest Zuck.
Anyone close to her would attract disasters and misfortunes, minor ones leading to many difficulties, major ones leading to death.
And now, the prophecy given by Everest Zuck had actually come true, and so Faye Webb was terrified.
"Don't, don't hold so tight, it hurts a little..." Jerome Hart had blood at the corner of his mouth and a smile as he said, "It's not a problem, I won't die, didn't hit the heart. You help me take out three Silver Needles from my wrist."
Jerome Hart stretched out his arm, upon which was bound a cloth bag resembling a wrist guard. The cloth bag was arranged with Silver Needles.
Faye Webb immediately drew out three.