A mouthful of fresh blood dripped onto Xiaoyao's bodice, and her whole body jerked.
"What's wrong? Are you coughing up blood again?"
She quickly scrambled up and helped Xiangliu lie back against the couch. His eyes were tightly closed, and he looked to be in great pain. She hurriedly grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse; his internal Qi was running wild, and his blood was surging. Vaguely, she seemed to see scales flickering across his skin...
Chapter 61