Qin Liuxi was held by Feng Xiu in his arms, showing a forced smile: "You've come."
The tone was as casual as asking him if he had eaten.
Feng Xiu's face was grim, saying: "If I hadn't come, you'd have been dismantled by that old thing. Look at what you've become?"
No problem, everything is under control.
Feng Xiu was taken aback by this transmitted message, looking at her, his brows furrowed.
Qin Liuxi spat out a mouthful of blood again, trembling as she took an elixir out from the Qiankun Bag and swallowed it.
Master Taicheng ran over, frightened and at a loss upon seeing Qin Liuxi spitting blood: "Are you, are you alright?"
He lowered his gaze to see the finger that had its bone removed, hanging limply, the flesh blurred, his face twitching, he squatted down, took out golden sore medicine from the large cloth bag at his waist, his eyes stinging.
