But what does it matter?
Lu Jin'an looked at Zhiyu again, his lips moved, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Master, eat, eat~" Zhiyu still struggled to stand on her tiptoes: "After eating it won't hurt, Zhiyu knows~"
Although Zhiyu was silly, her instincts embedded in her demon beast bloodline told her what medicine could heal injuries.
It's like how small dogs in the countryside will find herbs to eat when they feel unwell.
Or rather, Zhiyu might have been injured before due to losing control of her power, shed blood, and so she knew what to eat.
Lu Jin'an stared blankly at Zhiyu's innocent yet serious heterochromatic eyes. This little girl hadn't even recovered her Dragon Horn and Dragon Tail, yet she still stumbled around to find medicine...
Lu Jin'an took a deep breath and pulled Zhiyu into his arms, whispering: "I'm alright now."
"Really?" Zhiyu tilted her head to look at Lu Jin'an.
