"Strange..." Nangong Jing ran holds Meng Sheng's wrist lightly and frowns.

"what? Any questions? " I asked hastily.

"there is a strange air flow in childe Meng's body, which is very entangled with the cold and poisonous Qi in childe Meng's body..." Nangong Jing ran gently let go of Meng Sheng's hand, took out a small white box from his sleeve, and continued, "can you know how to walk in the cold moon?"

"don't know..." Meng Sheng turned his face to the other side and replied without expression.

"that's strange..." Nangong Jingran opened his small white box and took out a silver needle from it. "Young master, please give me...