Bennett Fu held down his nervous wiping action, sighed silently, and said, "You know full well that this blood is not mine."
Fuyuan Zhou was still a little frightened. He opened his brother's shirt to make sure that the protective soft armor inside was intact before he breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly took out the sheepskin bag that was punctured at the heart of his left rib and threw it away. When he saw the scratch on Bennett Fu's neck, he immediately took out Jinchuang Medicine to help him treat the wound.
Bennett Fu gently touched his long hair.
Fu Yuanzhou hurriedly raised his head and smiled at him, indicating that he was okay. There were even tears in his eyes that he hadn't wiped away. It looked like a needle pricking his heart. The wound is not big, but it hurts from scratching.
A hint of helplessness escaped from the corner of Bennett Fu's mouth.
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