Injury
Editor: Atlas Studios
Tianling Imperial Palace, Huayang Palace.
Shangguan Wan leaned against Jiang Yucheng's arms, holding his arms tightly as if she were clutching onto her final straw. "…Yucheng, help me. Help me… Only you can help me…"
She kept puking blood out, and her voice was hopelessly hoarse. She looked dispirited like a harsh ghost.
Jiang Yucheng had never seen Shangguan Wan in such a state. He suppressed the disgust in his heart and tried to push her away. However, Shangguan Wan held him tightly, and he couldn't just ignore her.
Jiang Yucheng was worried that if he used too much force, it would greatly impact her again. Hence, he could only hold it in.
Looking at the light flowing under Shangguan Wan's skin, he furrowed his brows tightly. "What exactly have you offended?"
He originally thought that after Shangguan Wan hid underground, she would only attack those people personally. However, he didn't expect that the latter would use those roots.