After a brief moment of shock, Yun Ran suddenly thought that the medicinal soup might still be hot, and grew somewhat anxious.
"Nangong Mo, your hand... Is your hand burned? Let me see!"
"Don't move."
But before she could get up and walk over, she was frozen in place by a voice cold as ice shavings.
Yun Ran felt her heart tremble slightly, swallowed silently, and looked at him guiltily, "Nangong Mo, you... you..."
Yun Ran stammered "you" for ages without figuring out what to say next. She originally intended to ask 'Are you alright?' but looking at that terrifyingly gloomy black-faced expression, he certainly didn't seem alright.
She even seemed to see a giant dragon engulfed in flames roaring and circling above him, constantly spewing Samadhi Fire, incinerating everything around it!
For a moment, Yun Ran felt as if she too had been burnt to ashes...
Then when the wind blew, there was not even ash left...
