The poisoned arrow pierced through Shen Li's chest, instantly dyeing his clothes with blood.
He staggered, fell to one knee, and turned deathly pale.
"Shen Li!" Shen Tang's voice carried unprecedented panic. She rushed over, supporting his faltering body, overwhelmed with anger and sorrow.
"Don't be afraid, I, I'll heal you right now!" Shen Tang dared not remove the arrow, unsure if it had struck the heart. Her hand reached for his wound, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
Her palm quickly engulfed in healing ability, eager to help heal his wound, but how could the assassins give her such a chance!
Shen Li raised his hand to caress her face, filled with endless tenderness and longing, "Tangtang, leave here, don't come back!"
The leading black-clad man laughed wildly, "Want to run? Dream on! Today, all of you will die here!"
"Everyone, go, kill them!"
