C136 poisonous insect tonic
Cang Ling's arm was really too cold. As it stuck close to my neck, I felt that my neck was about to freeze solid. I took Cang Ling's arm off and lifted the blanket to sit up.
"Master, why are you still sleeping? It must be made by a Nine-tailed Fox! " Cang Ling said worriedly.
"It's done by the Nine-tailed Fox, but …"
"It's nothing. I've said it before