At first, Wesley could still maintain consciousness and think for a while, but soon his consciousness became confused and all his attention was used to perceive the pain.
The palms of Luo Yunxuan's hands were bleeding from his nails poking too hard. All he could see was the blood on Wesley's back. He tried his best to control himself from rushing forward and robbing Wesley.
Halfway through the beatings, Wesley had already fainted, his consciousness was blurred, and his breath was getting weaker. Even though he had profound internal strength, the pain made it difficult for him to concentrate.
After fainting and waking up from the pain countless times, Wesley suddenly no longer felt the beating of the stick, and a warm breath sprayed on his neck from behind.
Wesley looked back and saw that it was Luo Yunxuan who blocked him.
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