Li Zhao leaned on the sofa, lifted up the clothes on his chest, then found a towel and bit it into his mouth.

Seeing Li Zhao's actions, Han Yue felt a little distressed.

"Come on, apply medicine!" Li Zhao said softly.

"You, bear it, it may hurt a little!" Han Yue said softly, his tone full of heartache and pity.

"Okay!" Li Zhao chuckled, "It doesn't hurt, don't worry, you're going to die, why are you doing this like this? Come on, apply medicine!"

After the words came to his voice, Li Zhao reached out and patted his chest, and then said with a smile.

Seeing Li Zhao's actions, Han Yue was a little angry again and quickly grabbed his hand, "What are you doing? You're still slapped your chest, you're already injured! Don't move, I'll help you heal your wounds!"

Han Yue glared at him, then reached out and lifted Li Zhao's clothes upwards, revealing Li Zhao's chest.

The long-term practice and the frequent high-load combat made Li Zhao’s muscles very well-proportioned.

With clear edges and neat abdominal muscles, Han Yue raised her hand to apply medicine. For a moment, her pretty face turned a little bit blushing.

"Why, are you shy?" Seeing Han Yuehong's beautiful face, Li Zhao chuckled, "When you lay on me the night before yesterday, you were not so shy!"

"You, don't talk nonsense. When will I be shy?" Han Yue looked at Li Zhao in front of him with a little shyness, with a little annoyed in her eyes, but also a little embarrassed and nervous.

Although I have been with Li Zhao for a long time, in most cases, Li Zhao touches him. There are still very few cases of touching him by himself like this.

Especially in many cases, it is when you can't help but feel deeply in love.

It's very embarrassing now that it's still under Li Zhao's gaze. Han Yue is really embarrassed.

"Don't move around, I'll help you with medicine!" Han Yue pursed her lips, took a deep breath, calmed her mood for a moment, and then began to apply medicine to Li Zhao.

"Okay!" Li Zhao nodded and bit the towel again.

Li Zhao's wound was indeed a bit deep, especially the one on his chest, which almost pierced the chest membrane. Even if Li Zhao saw it himself, he was a little scared.

It seems that now I still cannot beat a real top-grade master.

Last time I was in the treasure house, I just took advantage.

"Hold on!" Seeing the terrifying wound, Han Yue felt his nose sour and barely finished the medicine for Li Zhao. When he raised his head, Li Zhao's face was pale and bloodless.

"Are you okay? How are you?" Han Yue asked nervously.

"Don't worry, I can't die!" Li Zhao leaned gently on the sofa and held Han Yue's hand.

The broad palm was trembling slightly at this moment, which made Han Yue feel very distressed.

She had never seen Li Zhao like this before, so for a moment, she didn't know what to do.

"I'll be with you!" Han Yue bit her lip lightly, her face vaguely pale.

"It's okay!" Li Zhao waved his hand indifferently, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Li Zhao like this, Han Yue felt even more uncomfortable.

Li Zhao has always been confident and arrogant in front of him, but now she is afraid to see it.

"Don't worry, nothing is going to happen, just have a good sleep!" Li Zhao waved his hand indifferently, signaling Han Yue to go out first and take a rest by himself.

"Then be careful!" Seeing Li Zhao's actions, Han Yue instructed,

"Don't worry, it's okay!" Li Zhao nodded.

Although she was very worried about Li Zhao, Han Yue herself understood that what Li Zhao needed most at this time was rest, so she had to leave here.

When Han Yue left, Li Zhao forced himself to take the initiative, barely sat up from the bed, and then slowly activate the true energy of immortality.

It was afternoon that Li Zhao opened his eyes.

Compared to when he first came back, Li Zhao's mental state was undoubtedly much better at this moment.

When he went out and met Han Yue, Han Yue was also surprised.

"Why are you out?" Han Yue asked in surprise.

"The injury is healed!" Li Zhao shrugged and then turned around.

"You?" Han Yue looked at Li Zhao in front of her in surprise and doubt, and then said, "Why are your injuries healing so quickly?"

"Hehehe!" Li Zhao smiled, without saying anything, but turned around and looked outside, "I'll go to the dungeon, are you going?"

"Is Wu Qingling?" Han Yue quickly reacted and wanted to follow, but when she thought that Li Zhao might have something to say, she took a step back, "Forget it, you go, I won't go."

"Okay!" Li Zhao nodded and turned to the dungeon.

It's still the steel cage.

Wu Qingling was locked in shackles and sat alone on the ground, with a pale expression on his face and no blood.

Seeing Wu Qingling's confused expression, Li Zhao deliberately increased his pace.

Hearing the footsteps, Wu Qingling raised his head and looked at Li Zhao in surprise.

"You haven't gone to find Tie Shou yet?" Wu Qingling couldn't help asking, "I have been missing for nearly two days. If I haven't returned yet, Tie Shou will definitely be suspicious. If you want to attack Tie Shou again, it will probably be a little trouble."

Li Zhao didn't say anything, but just shook his head slightly, then said lightly, "The iron hand is dead."

"What?" Hearing this, Wu Qingling raised his head suddenly, with a deep sense of disbelief in his eyes.

"You killed Tie Hand? What are you kidding?" Wu Qingling looked at Li Zhao in front of him in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Wu Qingling stood up suddenly, and the iron chains clattered.

"Whether you believe it or not!" Li Zhao said, "I'm here now, and I'm letting you out as agreed."

"Let me go?" Wu Qingling was a little stupid, looking at Li Zhao's expression as if he was dreaming.

"You're really not kidding? Iron Hand is really dead? How did you do it? Or is there that supreme being helping you?" Wu Qingling couldn't help asking.

"Whatever you think." Li Zhao shook his head and said nothing more.

"Uncle Liang, please untied your shackles and let her leave." Li Zhao stood there with his hands behind his back, then looked up at Liang's forehead beside him.

"Okay." Liang Da's forehead nodded, walked over quickly, and helped Wu Qingling untied his shackles.

"You are free and can leave now, no one will stop you." Li Zhao said, took a step back, and looked at Wu Qingling very seriously.

"You, did you really kill the Iron Hand?" Wu Qingling finally calmed down, and seemed to have understood something.

"That's right." Li Zhao nodded, "Iron Hand is dead, I will let you go as promised, but I don't want you to do anything randomly. It's better not to return to the Mu family, otherwise I won't spare you if I see you next time."

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