"Do you want more?"
Chicken Feather Gall held the White Lotus, asking with a troubled expression.
He dared not say more, nor dared he refuse.
The great figure opposite him was clearly someone whose cultivation he could only look up to, even his injuries were more peculiar than others'.
If possible, he truly didn't want to suffer the pain of spirit backlash.
"Have you been feeling inflamed lately?"
Su Xiaoxiao's expression was drastically different from her previous calm demeanor, asking inexplicably.
Chicken Feather Gall was puzzled but still nodded foolishly.
Not sure why, but people often asked him if he was inflamed.
Ling Wuce had asked, and Liu Zongyuan had asked too.
Upon self-reflection, it seemed ever since he took the pills, he truly felt inflamed, his saliva unnaturally thick.
Su Xiaoxiao's face turned pale green instantly, with a feeling of something stuck in the throat, stomach churning, dry heaves a few times, but nothing came out.
