บท 892: What Happened to Your Hand?

Bai Qingqing rubbed her the wrist of her painful left hand, which had turned an exaggerated patch of red from the scratch, and it seemed like blood was about to seep out from her delicate pores.

Mitchell cast a warning glance at the black crystal, then turned towards Bai Qingqing, at which he froze in surprise.

"What happened to your hand?" Although Mitchell could somewhat guess it, he didn't dare to confirm it.

How could someone's hand be so tender? He swore he hadn't exerted any strength; the female was the only one doing all that tugging. How could that tiny bit of strength turn her skin into this state!

Mm, that's right. It must have nothing to do with him, she must have wounded herself prior to this.

Bai Qingqing stared at Mitchell warily, then retreated into the innermost corner of the cave with An'an in her arms. She said, "Quick, tell me. Where are my two spouses?"