"Are you afraid I might poison him?
Jia Xitong tied the small shabby bundle for him and took out some water from her Mixu Talisman where she stored food.
"Thirsty?"
She wanted to feed him a little.
But the water at his lips couldn't go in at all, it all flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
He couldn't drink it.
Jia Xitong wiped him with a small handkerchief, then turned her back, not knowing what she went to do.
Seeing this, Shang Yanting could only internally sneer.
Pretending to be considerate.
Just as he thought she was about to do something else, he saw her take out a thumb-sized bottle and approach his mouth again.
Just disgusting people.
He would not consume any little thing from her!
Until the Spiritual Marrow was placed at his lips.
The pure fragrance wafted into his nostrils from the mouth of the bottle.
