"Brother, your injury is so severe..."
In Dragon Gate Mountain, in front of a huge stone monument, Qin Ling's face was anxious, her big eyes filled with mist.
Qin Hao lay beside her, covered in blood.
Even though he used all his strength to escape, he was still injured by several attacks.
Now, there was a one-inch long knife wound on his back; his shoulder was also pierced by a Brown Revolver, leaving a ghastly blood hole.
"It's just a small wound, no big deal!"
An ordinary person would be tormented to death with such injuries, but Qin Hao grinned and smiled, looking very calm, and had the cheek to ask, "Sister, are your injuries okay?"
Not only was Qin Hao injured, but Qin Ling also sustained some minor injuries.
There was a bloodstain on her pretty face, but fortunately, the cut was shallow, with only a little blood oozing.
