Qiong Qi Is Quite Sick!

Just as Qiong Qi was about to look up and speak, Yan Ye had already taken a deep look at him. He had already wrapped his arm around Beiting Huang's waist and brought her to the Jiuqu Corridor. His light voice drifted into Qiong Qi's ear along the wind. "Don't worry about him. He hasn't slept well these past few days. He's already used to calling everyone Princess Consort!"

Was that really the case?

Beiting Huang turned to look at Qiong Qi. Seeing its adorable expression, he heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Then why didn't you give him a pill? From the looks of it, he's quite sick!"

Qiong Qi was even more stunned. It mobilized a trace of demonic power and circulated it through the various meridians in his body. It did not stagnate at all and was as smooth as before. Why didn't it know where he was sick?