"Damn it, the weather... Hiss, why did it suddenly get so cold?"
Wang Xiang took a light breath, feeling his hands and feet cold, and murmured softly.
The speaker was unaware, but the listener noticed.
Jian Qiuchi's face slightly changed.
Lin Ling'Er laughed, "Brother Wang, the noon sun is so strong, much more temperate than the morning. You're just wearing too little."
"Probably."
Wang Xiang made a 'hissing' sound, "I'll put on a few more layers later and drink a few more sips of hot soup."
Guo Heng observed Wang Xiang.
In just a moment, Wang Xiang's complexion changed, sweat appeared on his forehead, his body trembled slightly, unable to stop shivering.
Something's wrong!
Cooling down and recovering takes a process; it won't hit this fiercely!
Could it be that the fish soup is really poisoned?
Guo Heng was secretly startled, instinctively looking at Sect Leader Jian Qiuchi.
