I was laughing, but the blood on my legs and body explained everything. What I saw was all true. The two children are not ordinary people.
"Child, get them in the car quickly, and stay here, one of them will have to bleed to death." The driver persuaded Zhang Xiaobao.
"You can't die. If you don't believe me, ask him, that yaman, can you die? Do you need me and the cuckoo to help you?" Zhang Xiaobao knew that the sleeve arrows he brought this time produced less blood, it just hurts. It's good to leave some sequelae, but it will kill people, unless it is left there for a few days.
The servant shook his head vigorously, and replied: "You can't die. The younger brother and brother will go back in a while, and it will be fine when the brother stands up."