Yang Yitian leaned against the bed, secretly finding the guy boring, while at the same time gazing at Qi Zhiheng's handsome face, he was captivated by his good looks. Oh dear! This is truly a dilemma!

As I watched, I gradually noticed something was wrong; the air seemed to be getting a bit hot.

Yang Yitian suddenly felt a bit thirsty, so he tugged at his collar and fanned himself a few times.

Yang Yitian was stunned. As a cultivator with an ice spirit root, he actually felt hot!

Looking at Qi Zhiheng again, Yang Yitian suddenly felt a heat under his nose. He reached out and touched it, only to find his hand covered in blood.

"Holy crap—! What's going on?!" Ever since he'd been seeing Qi Zhiheng's handsome face every day, he'd already mastered an unparalleled skill and hadn't had a nosebleed since! What kind of medicine did he take today?

Perhaps because he had lost a lot of blood, Yang Yitian felt a little dizzy and unconsciously crawled towards Qi Zhiheng.

Qi Zhiheng was meditating intently when he suddenly felt himself being tightly bound by something.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a face covered in blood right in front of me.

!!

Qi Zhiheng's heart skipped a beat! He almost threw a punch! Fortunately, people in this world are very accepting of things! So he simply opened his palm and pushed Yang Yitian's face, which was less than a foot away from him!

"What are you doing?" Qi Zhiheng frowned, trying to pull away Yang Yitian, who was clinging to him like an octopus!

Yang Yitian seemed to have taken a superpower, clinging to people and impossible to pull away from!

Qi Zhiheng tried to pull it out once, but failed! He tried again, but still failed!

"Get down!" Qi Zhiheng commanded.

Yang Yitian was a little confused. Upon hearing Qi Zhiheng's words, he refused, "No!"

"What are you doing! Get down here!" Qi Zhiheng stood up from the bed when he couldn't pull the person away.

Yang Yitian continued to cling to Qi Zhiheng, showing no intention of getting off, but he did regain his senses for a moment. Then, he rubbed his blood-stained face against Qi Zhiheng's collar several times, saying, "I won't get off! I'm in pain!"

"Is something wrong?" Qi Zhiheng noticed that something was wrong with him. His tone softened considerably.

Yang Yitian twisted his body a few times: "I don't know if I ate something wrong! I feel so awful! I can't stand it! Why don't you just take care of me! Anyway, there's no way I can reach the Foundation Establishment stage right now!" As he spoke, he bit Qi Zhiheng's neck.

Yang Yitian's words can be described as utterly shameless!

Qi Zhiheng felt a bit restless at this moment. After thinking about it carefully, the only thing they had eaten was that pot of Nether Serpent Soup!

Qi Zhiheng took out the recipe and opened it!

At the very bottom of the recipe was a line of extremely small print...

Efficacy: Warming in nature, nourishes essence and blood, tonifies yang...

Recipe Notes: Only one Nether Serpent can be placed at a time.

Qi Zhiheng was speechless! The annotation was written so small! Who would even notice it!

The question is, what does it mean to release only one Nether Serpent this time? They've already released over a dozen!

He only drank a few sips of the soup and already felt some effect! Yang Yitian, on the other hand, drank a whole jar! He even slurped up every last bit of snake meat!

Looking at Yang Yitian again, he seemed to be out of his mind, and the person was still biting him on the neck, leaving his neck covered in saliva!

Qi Zhiheng's face darkened, and he took out a large wooden bucket.