"I say Little Yang, you can't ignore the God of Death. This guy is just showing off. Now Huaxia can't do without him. If we still want to live peacefully in Huaxia, nothing can happen to him."
The Prophet looked at You Yang, showing a troubled expression and hesitated, "Currently, you're the only one in all of Huaxia who can heal his injuries, and I'm sure you know about the recent events happening in Huaxia, right?"
"I know."
You Yang looked at Hao Jian's wounds, anger flickering on her pretty face. Who the hell injured him?!
"Can't you stop showing off?! You always handle things alone, can't you use those subordinates of yours?! You even made the Prophet take the risk of exposure to save you."
You Yang looked at Hao Jian with a face full of complaint, her pretty face somewhat unpleasant. She had told Hao Jian a long time ago to change this stubborn nature of his, but this guy just doesn't listen, doesn't change, and remains so straightforward. What can she do about it?
