Angel in his Heart

Mo Fan, Mo Fan…" the little loli, Lingling, anxiously ran toward the stage.

"Brat, I am here," Mo Fan was laying there and tiredly waved his hand toward her.

Mo Fan had no energy left to crawl up. When the battle ended, the wound on his body suddenly began to flare up. It was so painful that he couldn't stand properly.

"You… you are bleeding a lot," Lingling saw that Mo Fan's face was covered in blood, her eyes couldn't help but redden.

Before they entered the gymnasium, Mo Fan was indeed jumping around looking like a hero. However, right now, who knew how many wounds there were on his body. Especially the two wounds on his cheeks; one that cut from his forehead to the bridge of nose, and the other from one cheek to the other. Lingling could imagine just how dangerous it was for Mo Fan to battle against that female demoness. She knew that if this wound was a tad bit deeper, he would've lost his life.