Xian Wu had already sprung up to support Lai Yiteng, helping him stand.
"That's a horrible question!" Xian Wu snapped with anxiety. "We're going back to the house, try to walk, alright? It's just a little ways. I can't carry you because I've been poisoned."
Lai Yiteng better not die, otherwise what was the point of letting himself be hugged on the ground when he could've been going after his life's greatest enemy?! Xian Wu had difficultly holding up his body when he stood, his limbs weak, but the situation took an even worse turn.
The current Lai Yiteng with a dulled mind and ears ringing from the flute had a hard time processing Xian Wu's words. He heard something about 'poison' and it was when he was opening his mouth to speak that he had a coughing fit instead. His chest heaving weakly.
A sharp and biting wave of pain went through his body.
