Chapter 128

“Class monitor, do you have to work so hard?”

Looking at York, whose face was getting paler and paler, and his eyes were slightly sunken, Draken couldn’t help but say, "if you act like this, those who don’t know might think that you’ve rubbed too much.”

“I’m fine.”

York smiled weakly and didn’t even refute Draken.

“I’m still young. It’s just a little blood loss. It’s easy to make up for it.”

“You, sigh…”

Draken sighed.

“Don’t say that I don’t take care of you, class monitor. You don’t have to work with me. I’ll cook you a bowl of blood tonic soup.”

As he spoke, Draken took out a small clay pot from the bottom of the cart. He raised his knife and chopped up a handful of blood replenishing spirit herbs. He put them into the clay pot and added water.

Draken was holding the fried rice in one hand and the clay pot in the other. He activated his Iron Palm and let the high temperature gather in his palm.

Draken had cooked a lot of food these days, and his Iron Palm was full of fireworks.

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