Li Tian, who slowly climbed up from the ground with blood on his mouth, saw Ouyang's poems running over with concern. He tried hard to show a smile that was uglier than crying and shook his head.

"I... I... It's not dead. "

Then Li Tian wiped the bloodstains of wiping the corners of his mouth and was supported by Ouyang's poetry from the ground.

"God, why did you fight with Aman?" Ouyang asked Tao suspiciously.

Li Tian feels very wronged.

"As soon as I came here, this guy hit me with a stone. I haven't had time to speak yet... He fought with me." Li Tiandao said.

Ouyang's poetry...