"Where's my antidote? Give it to me!" Xie Jiuhan's expression darkened.
"I'm sorry, Ninth Master, I didn't bring it," Feng Qing said with a smile.
Xie Jiuhan : "…"
He stared at Mr. Qingyi like a demon king staring into the abyss, ready to crush his head with a slap at any moment.
Feng Qing said, "Ninth Master, I'm not playing with you. I really didn't bring it. Why don't you bear with it a little longer? The effects of the medicine will go away in two days."
Xie Jiuhan : "…"
Anger surged through him, and the violent genes in his body began to stir. He wanted to snap Mr. Qingyi's neck. The antidote worked quickly, and a few streams of clear liquid ran through her body, causing Feng Qing to feel her spirit platform gradually regain its clarity. The feeling of desire is starting to fade.
