After regaining consciousness, there were many things to say.
But at this time, both Wang Yunxiao and Li Mumu were exhausted to the extreme, and neither wanted to say much.
When Wang Yunxiao went out to find a coat and returned, Li Mumu had already reverted to her original form, leaning against the corner of the wall, asleep.
The girl, pale and with blood at the corner of her mouth, looked particularly delicate and fragile.
Of course, this was just an illusion.
Wang Yunxiao had no doubt that if anyone dared to wake her up at this moment, their head would be twisted off by her and used as a ball.
He had just engaged in close combat with Li Mumu for almost half an hour, both of them holding back, merely expending the foreign powers within each other.
And the true skills of Li Mumu, apart from that Octagonal Palace Lamp that looked like the Blood Dripper, he had yet to witness.
