She glanced at Xiao Jihan, only to see that while he had indeed been struck by lightning, he wasn't charred like her. His entire body was still spotless.
However, he couldn't be called well. His complexion alternated between pale, flushed, bluish-black, and even purplish. He trembled slightly, even the hand she held was shaking, clearly enduring intense pain.
"Yan Shu! Don't stop! Keep going!" The Medicine King's stern command snapped Yan Shu back to reality.
She collected herself but couldn't recall the prepared lines from the paper, so she resorted to making up scolding words.
"Xiao Jihan, your appearance surpasses human imagination... Did your mother raise you from a discarded placenta?"
A resounding thunderclap!
"Beholding you, so elegant and handsome, charismatic and dashing, captivating and admired by all, flowers bloom at your sight. You must undoubtedly be the cream of the crap, the beastliest of beasts!"
A resounding thunderclap!