With a slight curve of her lips, An Yiqing revealed a mocking smile. Gu Changfeng, how does it feel to be attacked by your own restriction? You may play with restrictions, but compared to God Shennong, who is more formidable?
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In the dark small room of the Poison Medicine Sect, there was a large bed. On the bed lay a person, upon closer inspection, there was no rise and fall in their chest.
Suddenly, the person sprang up from the bed, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.
The shocking drops of blood dripped one by one onto the ground. The person slowly raised a hand to wipe away the blood at the corners of their lips.
Under the pale moonlight, a pair of sinister and deathly eyes slightly squinted.
"How did An Yiqing come by such means? Who is the person behind her?!"
...
An Yiqing spent the entire night preliminarily adjusting Xu Lan's body. At this moment, she looked at the woman lying unconscious on the bed, feeling somewhat conflicted.
