Lan Yibing was nervous. Although he had just been crying and shouting that he wanted to die, those had only been words spoken in anger. Nobody really wanted to die. As the saying went, a miserable life was better than a good death. That was exactly how he felt now.
Lan Yibing looked anxiously at Little Oil Lamp, paying no attention to whether someone even more dangerous had appeared behind him. If Little Fatty, the little sprite, was a knife, then the woman behind him was an orbital weapon. He had no idea that a single sneeze from her could kill him.
He had only one concern now: finding out what was wrong with him and whether he could still be saved. They were out in the wilderness, in the primeval forests of Shennongjia. Forget a hospital-there wasn't another soul around. He had been poisoned, and it was deadly poison.
"Little Oil Lamp, Little Oil Lamp, I feel awful! Look at me! Help me!" Lan Yibing wasn't brooding anymore. Faced with death, he had instantly lost his nerve.
Unfortunately, Little Oil Lamp had no attention to spare for him. He was staring blankly at the Queen Mother. Holy shit, wasn't the Mortal Realm supposed to have no gods? Little Fatty was no longer some clueless newcomer. His own master, Qin Fen, was already bizarre enough. How could there be someone else this formidable, and a woman at that? Just looking at her stern face terrified him.
The Queen Mother was also looking at the two of them strangely. First of all, this definitely wasn't Kunlun Mountain. She was now somewhat doubtful about whether it was an illusion. Everything seemed a little too real. If it really was an illusion, then whoever had laid down this restrictive illusion possessed unfathomable power,