C1077 The Martial Spirit of Ling'er

"Cough, cough …"

On the bed, in just half a cup of tea's time, An Ran had reverted back to her original appearance.

She was still as tranquil and beautiful as before.

He curled up on the bed and held Ling Tian's hands tightly, falling asleep.

Ling Tian's sword shadow had circulated an entire cycle in An Ran's body, completely purging the pill poison from her body