Ling Tiansu raised his head and looked at Yin Siqing's flawless perfect chin. He opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Where are we going to go...ah cough..."

My throat was so painful that it was as if I had swallowed a piece of charcoal on my own.

Cang Lian immediately looked back, his eyes were slightly brighter and he said in surprise: "Little Yao'er, are you awake?!"

Yin Siqing helped him up, took the water bag, put it to his lips, and fed him clean water.

The cold water swallowed like a throat, and the hot throat that torn apart was suddenly stimulated by the cold water, and it hurt like an ice needle.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough..." He was so heartbreaking that he was heartbreaking, his face turned red, and he didn't have time to swallow the water poured into his mouth, and he vomited it out and wet his clothes.

Under the severe cough, the wounds on my body burst into pain.

Cang Lian threw away the small whip in his hand and was about to come over with a look of concern.

Ling Tiansu couldn't stop coughing, and his clothes were slightly bleeded due to the cracks in the wound.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he forced himself to endure it, but suddenly he felt something printed on his lips, soft, cold and with a faint fragrance.
Chapter completed!