Would Jun Linyuan die from banging his head on the wall?
Feng Wu stared at Jun Linyuan with wide eyes.
He was leaning against the wall with a straight back. His face was drained of all color, his eyes were tightly shut, and his face was emotionless…
He wasn't dead, was he? Feng Wu was a little frightened.
As a medicine refiner, Feng Wu knew Jun Linyuan's internal injury better than anyone else. If his vitality could be represented by the HP bar like in games, right now, Jun Linyuan's HP was down to the very last bit.
He could be killed by a pat on the shoulder…
Chastened, Feng Wu almost slapped herself. Her entire clan would be annihilated if Jun Linyuan died here. Her beautiful mother and her sweet brother would both be…
Taking a deep breath, Feng Wu calmed herself down.
Then, she moved closer and put her right index finger under Jun Linyuan's nose.
He wasn't breathing!
Feng Wu blanched!!!
