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Quickly after, a bang rang out and the scorpion beastman on watch was sent flying away. Mitchell's worried voice rang out above Bai Qingqing's head.

"How are you? Let me take a look."

Bai Qingqing carried her child with one hand and held onto her forehead with the other. A trickle of blood slowly flowed down onto her palm.

"I don't need your concern."

Bai Qingqing avoided Mitchell's touch and went back into the room. However, she bumped her knees into the stone bed, and it felt so painful that she couldn't stand steadily.

Mitchell threw away the firewood and carried Bai Qingqing, placing her onto the bed. He thought to himself that females were too fragile. They could even knock themselves to death when walking. How on earth did she manage to live to this age?