“I’m not Chinese medicine, how can holding me make you feel better?” Youyou frowned, still trying to pull him off the bed. “You should lie down on the bed first.”
"No, the bed is cold." Feng Rong continued to hold him, refusing to move.
"You're a phoenix, what are you afraid of the cold for?"
"But I'm injured!"
"How about I give you a talisman to ward off the cold?"
"What use are cultivators' talismans to me?"
"So what do you want?" Why do you become so childish when you're sick?
Feng Rong paused for a moment, her expression flickering as if she had thought of something. Her face, which had been somewhat pale, suddenly flushed red. The hand holding her tightened unconsciously, and after a while, she whispered in her ear, "Unless you... you lie down with me, you won't be cold."
You You's lips twitched, and she yanked his head off her shoulder, flicking his forehead with her finger. "What are you dreaming about?! No way!"
"Why not?" Feng Rong frowned, looking at her with some dissatisfaction. "I'm already your follower?"
"What does this have to do with followers?" You You looked puzzled, then suddenly realized something and frowned, "Are you actually alright? Are you just pretending?"
"Who...who said it was nothing?" A hint of guilt flashed in Feng Rong's eyes, and she immediately started whining again, "My head...I'm dizzy. Do you think just anyone can use the Resurrection Technique? Besides, I was injured when I was dealing with that Emperor Yongqing just now."
"Where are you hurt?" Youyou glanced at him suspiciously; she couldn't see it.
"I...I have injured wings." He seemed to realize something, and his divine power surged. The next moment, a pair of magnificent wings unfolded from behind him, and a faint glow filled the entire room.
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