In the wide carriage, there was a strong smell of blood, which could not disperse despite the exhalation.

The driver drove along the exported route, but his eyes always turned aside and kept an eye on Horse's injuries.

The black leather chair, darkened in color, with a little scarlet in the darkness, is a kind of frightening weirdness.

"Huo Zong, your injury!"

At the rate of Hawthorne bleeding, he fainted before reaching his destination.

The driver's emphasis had just fallen. Hawthorne had untied the cloth tied to the wound. Without the cloth, blood rushed out like a flood.

Hawthorne took off his clothes and exposed his strong body to the...