A Poem of Peach Blossom

Jia Rong put on a flattering smile and said, "Young Master Yun, what do you want from me?"

Yunxiao pointed to Lu Yao and said coldly, "She is my friend."

Lu Yao was caressing her throat. She had a feeling that it was almost broken, and there was a streak of a purple bruise on her fair skin, which was pitiable to look at.

Jia Rong froze for a moment, then stepped forward without saying anything. He raised his hands above his head while bowing deeply, and said sincerely, "Miss Lu Yao, I was reckless. Please accept my apology!"

Taken aback, Lu Yao waved her hand in panic and stepped aside, quickly pulling Jia Rong up. She wanted to say something, but then felt a pain in her throat and began to cough violently.

Ji Meng had a bitter face. 'If only these alchemists could treat me like this!'

Jia Rong took out a milky pill from his ring and handed it to Lu Yao. "This pill can promote blood circulation and dissolve bruises."