Chapter 117 Spirit Gathering Pill_1

It felt as if you had brawled with a reinforced platoon, leaving your entire mind and body scattered.

Still, you forced yourself to stay energetic and looked at Wu Qiyi, who lay on the bed unable to move, with deep concern.

"What's wrong with you?"

It was as though she heard your voice in a dream, enduring pain that ordinary people couldn't bear. Wu Qiyi seemed to use all her strength to slowly open her eyes that cut through water.

Upon clearly seeing your face, the tight lock in her eyes eased slightly, like ripples on still water, reflecting a unique tenacity. With a trembling, hoarse voice, she said, "You, you've come..."

"What's wrong, do you have a cold?"

As soon as these words left your mouth, you felt them redundant. If it were just an ordinary cold, Wu Qiyi would never be in such a painful state.

"No, no problem, just the old ailment."

When she spoke, it seemed like every word was squeezed out with all her strength.