Su Xiyu was extremely surprised. She had only glanced at Chen Sangruo a few more times; it shouldn't have caused her blood to boil so much.

Why don't you take another look?

Su Xiyu then turned her gaze to Shen Sangruo's face, and seeing the worry in her expression, she felt a surge of secret joy.

Shen Sanruo watched as Su Xiyu glanced at her every now and then, then looked away as if she couldn't hold back her laughter.

After a while, I glanced at her again, and she lowered her head shyly with a blush.

But when she lowered her head, the nosebleed became even worse, so she hurriedly and frantically raised her head slightly.

Shen Sanruo scratched her head, not understanding what Su Xiyu was doing.

Could it be that the poison damaged her brain?

But she didn't say anything, she just kept handing Su Xiyu new handkerchiefs.

“This blood seems to be a bit darker than usual,” Bai Ruoan suddenly said.

"Hiss, indeed." The Taoist Master Wuwei stroked his beard and also noticed the anomaly.

"Xiaoyu, why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?" Song Weiyan asked.

Su Xiyu suddenly blushed and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Then, with a gentle push, Song Weiyan was sent flying several meters away, nearly being slammed into the wall.

Song Weiyan: ? ? ?

What nonsense is he spouting? He's talking nonsense!

"Still so strong, looks like there shouldn't be any major problems." Song Weiyan said with difficulty, rubbing his chest.

About fifteen minutes later, the nosebleed that Su Xiyu had been experiencing turned bright red and finally stopped.

"It's finally stopped." Su Xiyu breathed a sigh of relief.