"How do you know?" Ye Yanran opened the bottle cap and poured the elixir into her mouth like pouring beans.
"Nonsense, you've been beaten by me more than once or twice, and every time you spit blood like a fountain. Did you die? Speaking of which, today's injuries aren't as serious as before. Look, you didn't even spit much blood, how could you die." Han Yan pointed to the big pool of blood on the ground, saying indifferently.
If it were someone else spitting so much blood, they would probably have kicked the bucket, but Ye Yanran's vitality could almost catch up with Huayue's, so spitting this bit of blood was hardly a hindrance.
"Uh..." Listening to Han Yan talk about her past embarrassing incidents, Ye Yanran was at a loss for words.
