"Have some tea." Sique snapped his fingers, and a magpie teapot appeared in the air, pouring red tea from its beak into the purple-gold porcelain cup in front of Su Ming'an: "If it hurts a lot, drinking tea can ease the pain."
"Why did you make the teapot like this..." Su Ming'an held his chest, his whole body still felt like it was being torn apart in pain.
"Is that a question?" Sique blinked.
"No, it's not."
"This tea I call 'Final Dream', it has the effect of suppressing pain. If you're still in pain, a sip might make you feel better."
The fragrance of the tea wafted, and Su Ming'an looked at the leisurely Sique and asked, "That plot corrector, why does he have the face of Lv Shu?"
"Don't want to play sea turtle soup with me?"
"Never wanted to, I hope to be more practical, quick questions and answers. I think you wouldn't want Luowasha to fall either."
Sique chuckled, his voice lowered a bit: "…I really don't care."
