"Amitabha. Patroness, how about the wounds on me?" Li Mu pointed the dense wounds on his body as if it was smashed by a knife, and the wounds covered with light blue frost.

The woman in white let out a sigh inwardly.

She did forget that matter.

Mainly because the little monk had the magic to drive her crazy. She could swear that just within a short time when she talked with him, she had made more lapses than she would make in one or two months in ...