He really didn't like them.

Gongxi Batian was stunned. Ling Chuxi had already felt his pulse. After that, Ling Chuxi frowned and did not speak for a long time.

"Lord Ling, the poison of the demon race is different from the rest. Even if I can't cure it, I won't blame you. I can see that you know meixiu. If she insists on leaving, I hope you can take care of her on her behalf. It's also a way to preserve the bloodline of our Gongxi clan. " Seeing that Ling Chuxi had not said anything for a long time, Gongxi Batian could not help but say.

"You're wrong. I can cure this poison, and it's very simple. I only need a low-grade spirit pill to cure your poison." Ling Chuxi retracted her hand and said indifferently.