C120 Needle-to-wheat awn

The wound healed at an astonishing speed. Although it could not heal the internal injuries in a short period of time, the healing speed was still astonishing.

After a while, Zhu Ge retracted his hand, and his face turned slightly pale.

A ray of light flashed across Wu You's eyes as he said, "Rain of Withered Wood turns out to be you."

Zhu Ge looked at Wuyou, sighed softly