Looking at the faraway fool, Li Tian had an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Ouyang's poetry did not pay too much attention to the change of Li Tian's mood.

"Are you okay with your body injury?" Ouyang's poetry turned to look at the red blood seeping from Li Tian's chest and asked.

Li Tian shook his head and said, "It's all right."

Actually, his body is not very good. Just now, that fool almost killed him with a blow. That fellow is as powerful as a cow. The gunshot wound in Li Tian's chest was not thoroughly good. It would have been severely hit. The gunshot wound had been thoroughly...