Quan Jing suddenly vomited blood, which scared Quan An so much that his legs went weak. He swiftly called for Qin Liuxi and asked with a pointed, shrill voice, "Young Master just ate this precious fruit and then vomited blood. Is this a poison fruit?"
His gaze towards Qin Liuxi carried a murderous aura.
"Quan An, show some respect," Quan Jing wiped the dirty blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Qin Liuxi. "It's nothing serious. Just suddenly felt some discomfort in the stomach and threw up."
Qin Liuxi glanced at the black blood on the floor, took his wrist to feel his pulse, and raised an eyebrow, "Do you still feel like vomiting? Maybe you should vomit a few more times."
Quan An's face turned dark instantly.
However, Quan Jing, looking at the black blood on the floor, seemed thoughtful, "This blood, having been vomited out, seems to have actually done me some good."
"Young Master, what do you mean by that?"
