Nanmo Xie frowned, took his wrist and felt his pulse.
Logan's face was pale, and there was a faint fishy and sweet smell coming from his mouth.
Nan Mo Xie raised his palm and slapped him behind, slowly transferring some of his internal energy to him. Logan concentrated and regulated his breathing until the internal energy in his body gradually calmed down, then he opened his eyes.
"How long are you going to keep messing around?" Nanmo Xie had a headache.
Logan wiped the blood from his mouth and asked, "How is Xiaoyu?"
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