After saying that, Xie Qiao was stunned for a moment. Then, she coughed dryly and immediately returned to her unfathomable appearance.
She composed herself and said slowly, "Don't waste it. Your blood is precious. It's a waste to use it to fight this vengeful spirit. P-Put it away. Quick, p-put it away..."
In one breath, she almost suffocated herself to death.
She was already grinding her teeth when she was finishing her sentence.
With her terrible health, she could not be impatient or angry.
Xie Qiao tried to slow down her breath.
Then, she smiled at Zhao Xuanjing's direction.
Zhao Xuanjing's hand that was holding the porcelain bottle trembled. His mind was completely occupied by what Xie Qiao said just now.
She was Xie Qiao, the real Xie Qiao.
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