The burning sensation of the poisonous wine sliding into his throat was still rolling in his chest. Chu Qingge suddenly opened his eyes and pinched his fingertips into his palms - the brocade quilt embroidered with lotus flowers three days ago was completely covering his body. Xiao Yunlang's gentle and jade-like voice came from the window: "Qing Ge, it's time to set off to suppress the Demon Cult.
