"Oh, no gas, I give her artificial respiration!"

Long Zhaozhao shouted in alarm, loud enough for Long Kaizhe to hear clearly.

Long Kaizhe's hands were given a meal and his spirit was somewhat scattered. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fighters around him rushed up and punched him directly in the stomach.

Long Zhao was very proud to see that Long Kaizhe lost his hand.

But after seeing his gentle pale face and weak breathing, he still frowned.

This silly woman!

Would you rather die than touch yourself?

He just wasn't what she wanted!

Long Zhao thought, lying down, he would give gentle artificial respiration.

But as soon as his...