Master, Are You Tired?

The Sword God's throat rolled. Just the thought of that scene made him feel stimulated. He felt like his old life was no longer his. A drop of cold sweat rolled down his temples. The Sword God tried his best to control his trembling emotions and probed, "You, are you the Healer or Mr. Qingyi?"

Seeing that he was so scared, Feng Qing smiled under the mask. "Both!"

Hearing her say this, the Sword God revealed a look of disbelief. He stared at Feng Qing and said, "Both of them are you? No wonder you could poison and detoxify us at the same time."

Feng Qing nodded. "That's right."

After obtaining her confirmation, the Sword God almost fainted from anger. He shouted at Feng Qing in fear and anger, "You liar, if I had known that you were both the Healer and Mr. Qingyi, I wouldn't have agreed to help you do the experiment. Now that I think about it, you're treating me as a lab rat."