Slave Mei's eyes flashed slightly. She could not betray the Devil Cult. Even if she was humiliated for a lifetime, she was willing to pledge her loyalty with her life. But the current situation made her determined to live, because she still had more important things to do.
"Slave Mei, Zhao'er died for me. I have to admit that I won't let her bleed. Similarly, I also don't want your Jinji Huahua Flower to die like this." Xiao Jinyun put away the hairpin, walked to the woman with her loose black hair, squatted down, and roughly bandaged her hand. She remembered the scene she saw when she came in and asked unconsciously, "Why didn't you resist? Your martial arts..."
"It's useless." The two simple words rang clearly in the empty space.
"Destroyed?" Xiao Jinyun's hand paused, bit her lips an
