"Bastard! Still dare to quibble, do you really think I don't understand? Anyway, you're not allowed to use it!" She shouted angrily.
"Alright." Mo Liancheng not only didn't get angry, but the corners of his mouth curled up into a warm smile. He understood that she was worried about him because using the secret technique required his own essence blood.
Duan Lao, watching from the side, was slightly surprised. Listening to their conversation, he vaguely understood some. Quietly, he left from one side, summoned a servant, and gave a few instructions. After a while, when Qu Tan'er and Mo Liancheng were in their temporary bedroom, a servant respectfully brought a bowl of ginseng soup for the resting Mo Liancheng.
Mo Liancheng looked at it, chuckled lightly, and drank it without saying anything.
This soup didn't really have any effect on him.
But these were Duan Lao's intentions, so he accepted it calmly.
The next day, upon waking up.
