บท 44: Reorganize Trump Cards

Ye Tianxin put a hand on the ground and pushed herself up. The look on her face was rather miserable and puzzled.

Tricks?

None of it mattered anymore.

She rested her eyes on Mingshi Yin. In addition to the bloodstain, he had dirt on his body as well. There was also a long, narrow gash on his chest, which looked quite scary. Under the bright sunlight, she saw that the wound had not scabbed.

Flies were buzzing around the wound, attracted by the smell of blood and flesh.

Was this her fourth senior brother whom the world feared? Was this Mingshi Yin, a Dao-transforming Divine Court expert? Even flies were bullying him right now!

"I never thought I would see you like this one day," Ye Tianxin said weakly. The hot sunshine and dry air made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Mingshi Yin raised his hand and waved. She did not know whether he was driving the flies away or denying her.

"I'm just tired..."