As the Spring Poison took effect, Luo Qingxian seemed to have lost herself.
She sat on the ground powerlessly, her delicate body trembling ceaselessly. Drenched in fragrant sweat, her hands restlessly searched across her arms, gradually pulling down her collar to reveal her pale, fragrant shoulders.
Luo Xiu watched her, feeling quite depressed.
Master Ping suddenly laughed, "If I may say so, a Great Emperor is indeed a Great Emperor. This luck of yours... it's simply incredible!"
"To think even this kind of good fortune would fall into your lap. Lad, your luck with the ladies is truly something else!"
Luo Xiu's face darkened. "This is not the time for such jokes."
Master Ping's tone was innocent. "I'm not joking. Besides, isn't that the only way to save her right now?"
Luo Xiu furrowed his brow lightly, as if pondering something.
"Don't interrupt my train of thought."
