C113 Blood Dyed the Wind Pavilion!(3)

As Ye Mo suddenly collapsed, Jiang Li and his companions made their timely entrance, forming a protective circle around him. Not far off, Nangong Si reappeared beside the beleaguered elders, his gait unsteady, his hair in disarray, and his face ghostly pale with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Clutching his chest with his left hand