The sound of fighting at the city gate made his eardrums hurt. Xiao Wujiu supported He Huainan and ran towards the Forbidden Army camp. The gravel under his feet hurt the soles of his feet. The arrow wound on He Huainan's shoulder was still bleeding. The warm blood flowed down his arm, soaking the cuffs red and sticking to his skin stickyly. When the wind blew, it brought a biting chill. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound - he had already endured the severe pain of being beheaded on the execution ground, so this little injury was nothing.
