"Uh, Xue'er, you're hugging me too tightly. You're going to strangle me. Relax," the little silver mink said with some difficulty. He didn't want to die again before he was revived.
"Ah! I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose." Leng Ruoxue relaxed her hands. She was relieved to see the little mink breathing more smoothly.
"Xue'er, his injuries are too serious. That's why you thought he was dead. In fact, he can wake up as long as the Frosty Palm's poison is cured," the little silver mink explained.
"Really? How can I cure the poison?" Leng Ruoxue asked anxiously. She didn't doubt what the little mink said at all. After all, even though everyone said that the Xu family's Frosty Palm was incurable, there seemed to be many secret techniques in the inherited memories of beasts. So it was normal for the little mink to know.
