Juanzi maneuvered her body, tending to the wounds of Mengzi and Xiao Shan.
They shared one body. Aside from the wounds on their faces, the remaining injuries belonged to all three of them. Cleaning them brought the same pain to each.
Mengzi was in great discomfort. "It's because our hearts are not united. We've been bullied by Liang Zhenjiao to such a state, and there were people standing by, not even daring to lend a hand."
Juanzi sighed. "The Local Deity did show some mercy; otherwise, we wouldn't know how many of us would have died." Mengzi remained silent.
Next to Juanzi sat a three-headed person. The middle head was an old lady, with a middle-aged woman to her left and a young girl to her right.
"Juanzi, this Local Deity didn't show any mercy; he was quite ruthless just now," said the old lady, Ma Huifang, whom people usually called Aunt Fang.
