"You bastard!" Zhao Xue glared at him infuriately and gritted her teeth, "Do you have any common sense? This kind of poison needs to be detoxified with the body!"
"Am I really that charmless?"
Lin Xuan: "..."
Seeing Lin Xuan's defeated look, Zhao Xue burst out laughing and bent over.
She turned coquettish again, propping up Lin Xuan's chin with one hand, "Little brother, I still have some residual toxins, how about you help me check again?"
"You!" Lin Xuan knocked away Zhao Xue's finger, then pinched her cheek, "You should not come to such a dangerous place alone!"
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
As he spoke, Lin Xuan handed her a cup of Spiritual Wine.
Zhao Xue playfully blinked, "I was about to ask you the same thing. This is the Evil King Tomb, why are you here?"
"And when did your strength become so strong that you even managed to resist a Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artist!"
Zhao Xue curiously kept staring at Lin Xuan.