Be My Mount

"Argh!"

In a simple room, Long Zhui slowly opened his eyes with a blank expression.

"Where is this?"

Long Zhui clearly remembered that he was in a fight with Long Zichen.

He wondered what was going on.

Countless scenes flashed in front of Long Zhui's eyes as his anger soared. He was just about to sit up when he realized that his entire body was in incomparable pain, as if it was being pricked by needles. The pain was unbearable. Not to mention sitting up, even moving was difficult.

"Lie properly. Most of the bones in your body have been broken, and your meridians have been severely injured. Even if you consume a grade eight healing pill, it will still take two to three days for you to completely recover."

Right at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the side, attracting Long Zhui's attention.

"Long Ming?"

Long Zhui turned around with a stunned expression.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"