Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

“My Lady, we have sworn to follow you to the death. It doesn’t matter whether we take the antidote or not,” said Gongxi Kuangdao indifferently.

“Just take it. If anything happens to me, you’ll be in big trouble,” said Ling Chuxi.

“Don’t worry, my Lady. As long as I, Gongxi Kuangdao, am still alive, no one can hurt you.” Gongxi Kuangdao stood up, held his head high, and puffed out his chest. He took out the pig iron rod and waved it a few times, trying his best to prove his loyalty.

Ling Chuxi’s safety was not only related to their lives but also the fate of the Gongxi clan. Even if he had to risk his life, he would never dare to let anything happen to Ling Chuxi.

“Alright then. But if I suddenly go into seclusion for ten days or half a month, don’t come looking for me then. You’ll just have to wait,” said Ling Chuxi slowly.

“Fine, fine, I’ll eat it.” Gongxi Kuangdao’s chest, which was as straight as a chicken’s breast, suddenly shrank. He took the antidote and threw it into his mouth almost as fast as he had snatched it.

Gongxi Kuangdao shivered as he suddenly remembered the feeling of his meridians, blood vessels, and bone marrow tingling as if thousands of ants were drilling into him. Ling Chuxi was right. If she suddenly had an epiphany and needed to go into seclusion for a breakthrough, forget ten days to half a month, they would have been dead even if access to the antidote was delayed by merely an hour.

This had nothing to do with loyalty. The point was whether it was worth dying for. There was also the question of how to die. Gongxi Kuangdao was willing to be hacked to death by someone but he was not willing to live a life worse than death and end up begging for death.

“Okay, give me your blade,” said Ling Chuxi to Gongxi Kuangdao.

“Blade?” Gongxi Kuangdao was stunned. Didn’t Ling Chuxi know that he had already sacrificed his Eight Wasteland Blade to create the Heavenly Golden Compass?

“That iron bar. I’ll help you forge it.” Ling Chuxi pointed at the iron essence that Gongxi Kuangdao had spent a lot of effort on. Since Gongxi Kuangdao had become her personal bodyguard, Ling Chuxi obviously couldn’t let him look too shabby. She wanted to forge the Eight Wasteland Blade for him.

“Thank you, my Lady! Thank you, my Lady!” Gongxi Kuangdao seemed to have woken up from a dream and quickly handed over the iron essence.

He couldn’t help but feel regretful. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn’t have taken back the piece of iron essence rod earlier when Ling Chuxi had wanted to practice forging with it. Otherwise, he would already have had a spiritual sword. Unfortunately, it was too late now. Looking at the dagger hanging on Ling Chuxi’s waist, Gongxi Kuangdao felt so regretful that he wanted to die.

However, there was still a chance now. Perhaps Ling Chuxi could forge another spiritual weapon. Although he knew that the possibility was pitifully small, he could only comfort himself like this.

Ling Chuxi sent out her True Qi and the Lava Fire Crystal in her hand shone brightly again.

“My Lady, will your body be okay?” asked Gongxi Kuangdao worriedly. He suddenly remembered something that he had only forged a section of the tip, but he was already exhausted. Ling Chuxi had just forged a spiritual weapon, so how could she still have the energy to continue?

“I’m fine.” Ling Chuxi replied casually, as she focused on controlling the temperature of her True Qi.

Gongxi Kuangdao was afraid of disturbing her and risking her accidentally turning his supposed ‘blade’ into scrap metal. So he quickly stepped aside and let her concentrate.

‘Could it be that she’s too excited because she just forged a spiritual weapon?’ Gongxi Kuangdao looked at Ling Chuxi and thought to himself. Regardless, he quickly adjusted his breath and recovered his True Qi. He was preparing himself to take over and continue forging in case Ling Chuxi’s True Qi ran out.