"Yeah"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng's lazy gaze gently fell on Lingya, a faint smile curving her lips, but her expression remained icy. "Then good luck."
"What do you mean"
Upon hearing Mo Shisheng's words, Lingya seemed to be provoked, her expression suddenly changing. "Are you mocking me?"
Mo Shisheng was too lazy to waste words with her. Seeing that the medicine was almost ready, he said softly, "Qingluan, tell her to get out."
"yes."
Upon receiving Mo Shisheng's order, Qingluan immediately grabbed Lingya's hands and pulled her towards the door. The movement was swift and efficient, leaving no time for a single unnecessary word.
As soon as Lingya left, the room became instantly quiet, and the air became much cleaner.
Mo Shisheng leaned down slightly and stirred the medicine in the medicine pot with a spoon, calculating that the time was about right.
He gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left eye had turned into a scarlet demonic pupil.
The intense malevolent aura emanating from within was awe-inspiring, as if countless demons and monsters lurked within.
With a gentle stroke of his fingertip, golden blood flowed into the medicine jar, instantly dissipating much of the medicine's intense bitterness and giving it a subtle sweetness.
Once the soup was cooked, Mo Shisheng ladled it into a bowl, making a perfect bowl.
The slightly earthy-colored medicine looked so unappetizing that no one wanted to drink it. Mo Shisheng couldn't help but wonder if Ming Beiya's face would turn as black as Bao Qing's if he saw this bowl of medicine.
I guess so.
When Mo Shisheng returned to her bedchamber with the medicine, she immediately sensed something was wrong as soon as she opened the door.
The strong smell of blood, accompanied by the man's low panting, made Mo Shisheng quickly put the bowl on the table and walk towards the bedside.
Ming Beiya leaned against the bed, his face pale. When he saw Mo Shisheng enter, his bloodless lips curled into a slight smile. "Asheng, you're back."
"Has the poison flared up again?"
Actually, there was no need to ask; Mo Shisheng could tell what had just happened at a glance.
But she was panicked and wanted some comfort from Ming Beiya. She especially wanted to know from Ming Beiya that his condition was not due to the poison!
"No, don't worry."
Ming Beiya knew exactly what Mo Shisheng was thinking. He reached out and gently took the girl's hand, only to find her fingers were icy cold. He frowned slightly, "Why are they so cold?"
You're lying!
Mo Shisheng suddenly lost control of her emotions, pulling her hand back forcefully. Looking at the man's slightly stunned face, she growled, "How exactly do I need to get rid of your poison?"
This poison is so potent; each attack feels like it's hollowing out Ming Beiya's body. He wasn't like this before; his body was so healthy!
Now, every time the poison flares up, he can't stand up. If he reaches the point where his healing oil runs out, will he die?
die
Is it the death that disappears forever?
Mo Shisheng's mind went blank; she had temporarily forgotten how to think. She raised her hand to lift the blanket, but the man held her hand down, preventing her from doing so.
"release."
Looking down at the man's hand pressing on her, Mo Shisheng's tone was filled with exhaustion.
"Ah Sheng"
Ming Beiya frowned deeply, his dark eyes filled with worry. "Be good, okay?"
"I'll let go, Ming Beiya, let go!"
Mo Shisheng suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze filled with anger, and a hint of helplessness and unease, which deeply pierced the man's heart.
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