"Red Snake, take a look at this—"
Yan Qing turned around and found that Shang Xin Lei wasn't examining the Glazed Terrace. Instead, she was crouched in the corner taking a Blood Replenishment Pill. She had already taken one on the way over, but it hadn't worked very well. After all, people in reality weren't like game characters with health bars. Blood Replenishment Pills were useful, but their effects weren't immediate. She had to wait for the pill to gradually repair the internal injuries inflicted by the Foundation Establishment Herald.
She removed the Red Snake scarf that Thieves' Den had prepared for her. She didn't pull off the mask, but it fit perfectly against the contours of her face, outlining her delicate jaw.
Although he had seen her true appearance in the game long ago, perhaps the 1080P screen hadn't had a high enough resolution, or perhaps seeing someone in person simply couldn't compare to seeing them through a screen. Even through the mask, Yan Qing was stunned for a moment by this crazy, troublesome little Red Snake. She looked like a female thief who had stepped out of a game CG: skin fair as snow, exquisite features. Even with her sickly complexion and exhaustion filling the corners of her eyes, she still possessed a fragile beauty that made one wonder whether the Creator had favored her too much.
But she still wasn't as good-looking as Jiang Shi, whom I made myself. Yan Qing compared them in his mind and decided that his taste was probably a little better than the Creator's.
"Are you badly hurt?" Yan Qing asked. "You can't even stand?"
Although using it for healing would be somewhat wasteful, if Shang Xin Lei was truly too badly injured to care for herself, he would still lend her