Treating Wounds

*cough*

Long Qian Xing looked at his stomach and sighed. It seemed that he would need to return to the headquarter too. Looking at the distant Prime Minister Lei's location, he sneered slightly.

When he recovered, he will surely pay double to Prime Minister Lei.

Drap! Drap! Tep!

Nan Hua had arrived beside Long Qian Xing and jumped down from her horse. She looked at Long Qian Xing's stomach and her expression was extremely solemn. "You need to be treated right away."

"I'm fine, Hua'er."

"Say that without this hole on your stomach."

"It's not a hole. At most, it's just some graze at the side…."

"Come with me."

Knowing that it was impossible for him to argue, Long Qian Xing followed Nan Hua obediently and looked at Long Xu in the distance.

Long Xu understood that Long Qian Xing wanted them to maintain the formation while retreating strategically. At the very least, they couldn't show that they couldn't fight anymore.