"I should indeed help Jin and Gu Di’er to get rid of you, the troublemaker."
An Yao lowered her gaze and let out a disdainful hum, showing no hint of goodwill. "But you should be grateful I didn't do that."
"You..." Na’er Xiu stared at her in disbelief, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Uh..."
He seemed to want to get up, but as soon as his muscles moved slightly, it triggered pain throughout his body, from the various wounds to his internal organs.
He had to hunch over and lean against the cold stone wall. He coughed several times, his face growing even paler.
Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, dampening the few strands of black hair on his forehead, giving him a fragile and pitiable beauty.
Battle damage.
An Yao couldn't help but look at him a bit more. She didn't like this young man, but appreciating beauty was only human.
Na’er Xiu closed his eyes briefly, took a shallow breath, and gritted his teeth.
"Those two damn guys really went all out."