Qian Mushi seemed to be muttering something. His pale lips moved and Yan Cangfeng carefully wiped the wound on his arm. His ears moved and he only knew what she had said when he listened carefully. However, the movement of her hand paused and then returned to normal. She was clearly calling someone's name in her mouth.
"Ming Luo Fan..."
###Chapter87,Full of Doubts
After the wound on his arm was cleaned up, the ointment was carefully applied to the wound. Although it was not a fatal injury, some of the skin and flesh that were flipped outward still looked a little sinister, and Yan Cangfeng's movements became even softer. Even so, the one who was still in a coma was still trembling from the pain, and his entire body was covered in thin beads of sweat. He looked extremely pitiful.
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