Divine Infantry

"Pscht!" Without warning, Chu Li spat blood and collapsed on the stone table.

"Junior Brother Zhao!" Li Ruolan shrieked. Then, she quickly caught hold of him before he hit his head.

With that, Chu Li fell into her arms. Right away, his heart fluttered, yet his face still looked as white as paper.

"Junior brother, is it bad?" Li Ruolan was worried.

Chu Li shook his head, his breathing was becoming weaker. After that, he wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. "It's alright, I won't die!"

He had to do it to lure those two fellas.

Li Ruolan immediately said, "Don't rush to recover your martial art, take it slow!"

"Take it slow…" Chu Li sighed. "Sooner or later, I'm going to die!"

Li Ruolan pursed her lips, then gritted her teeth. "At worst, I'll activate my secret skill to the maximum. I'll definitely not let them get away!"