C394 Yao Murong's Proposal

Mo Nancheng's eyes turned gloomy. He touched his injured arm. The flesh there had grown out. With such a big wound, it wouldn't be easy for the flesh to grow out. He had no idea how many painkillers Mo Nancheng had given him.

The back of his hand was densely covered with needles.

He said, "Nansheng, I overestimated myself in the end."

Hearing this, my heart shook violently