The young boy looked at Ji Fengyan, his eyes unmoving and emotionless.
"Uh… The injuries on your body have yet to recover, take a rest first." Ji Fengyan smiled as she said so. If not for her young age, her tone would have definitely sounded like a weird woman trying to abduct an innocent young boy.
Suddenly, the young boy spoke, "I am not called Liu Huo."
"…" Ji Fengyan was stunned.
How much did this fellow overhear exactly?
The young boy slightly frowned and when he was about to open his mouth to speak, Ji Fengyan suddenly bit her fingers, and using the fresh blood flowing from her fingertip, she drew a strange talisman between his brows at lightning speed.
The moment that she finished her last stroke, the young boy's expression froze and his confused eyes widened slightly. The next instant, he abruptly closed his eyes and remained rested on the bed, his body stiffened, as if he had fallen asleep again.
