"Are you alright, hubby?"
"Ling Yun, are you alright?"
Zhuang Meifeng and Xiao Meimei asked simultaneously with worry on their faces as Ling Yun flew back to their side.
Ling Yun was not hurt, but his body and clothes were dyed red with the enemies' blood. Zhuang Meifeng hugged Ling Yun's arm and wiped the blood off his face gently even though she was clean freak.
Zhuang Meifeng was a normal person who knew nothing about martial arts. Unable to distinguish between the strength of any side, she was confused by all the action. She only knew the result — Ling Yun won the battle, but she did not know if he sustained any injuries.
From Zhuang Meifeng's point of view, the enemy looked the same. Ling Yun had seriously injured three of them and killed another three in succession. She had stopped vomiting as she became more used to the scene.