C757 Martial Cultivation

In the blink of an eye, another half a month had passed. Su Hao had recovered a little, but he was still unable to move. However, he could already speak or turn his head to observe the situation in the room.

"Who are you? Why are you so badly injured?" Liu Yong and a handsome middle-aged woman would visit Su Hao every day. Today, they had come again. Perhaps they knew that Su Hao could speak now