Hawthorne approached Hawthorne and smelled a faint bloody smell on him.

He turned his eyes around and saw that Huo Mui's hands were full of blood.

Huo Zheng's eyes stand out like goldfish. "What's the situation? How did you hurt Uncle Er?"

"Bedding trough, even not bandaged? The second aunt shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake!"

Let alone Hawthorne, the God of warriors in the army, who is a pair of ten, would be injured.

Focusing solely on Huo Mu, there is only his Muchu flute in the whole world. Can't we see Huo Mu's hand injured, even without dressing?

Those two dog abusers who are everyday people make...