Xu Xiaolan and the others were petrified upon seeing this.
"An Lin! An Lin!" Xu Xiaolan threw the lid off the coffin in a frenzy before cradling An Lin up in her arms.
She pressed her slender hands over An Lin's chest and pressed down his chest rhythmically as if she was trying to resuscitate him. At the same time, vital energy surged as a pure flame power quickly nurtured An Lin's entire body.
"It's alright, it was just respiratory arrest. He's fine now." Xu Xiaolan heaved a long sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on her face as she unleashed a spell technique to clean up An Lin's body.
"Respiratory arrest?" Hong Dou was confused.
"It means that he stopped breathing temporarily," Xu Xiaolan explained.
Hong Dou was astonished. "Holy sh*t, you almost f*cking killed him!"
Xu Xiaolan blushed with embarrassment upon hearing this.
She really had almost killed An Lin…