castle, gravely wounded. 。Fei Yu landed beside Bai Ran, crouching down. 。Bai Ran is still breathing, it's not a big problem. 。Fāng Yǔ extended his hand and placed it on Báirán's forehead, a glimmer...As soon as these words were spoken, Anran's expression changed.

"That's right, you're being so noisy! You won't stop talking. Don't you want to get beaten up" Han MiaoYi's right eye flashed red light as she clenched her fists and threatened, "The Master allows you to stand here, it's already your good fortune!"

An Ran's face became even worse.

As a Holy King, he was considered high-ranking within the Holy Academy system. In the past, he lived a life of luxury and comfort, receiving respect and preferential treatment wherever he went.

But today, at Fang Yu's place, he suffered repeated setbacks and even faced ridicule and humiliation!

"s painting be a reflection of that person’s current stateHe was outnumbered, unsupported, and couldn't rely on anyone to help him."Lihuo Yu, tears of the extreme cold... What do you think" Fang Yu nar...