"Help me by pushing from behind."
"With my skills, do I really need your help to push?"
Sun Zhe was utterly speechless, promptly ending his Divine Sense exchange with the Little Dragon Girl, and then steeling his heart as he resolutely entered Leng Yuening's tent.
Actually, the solution to the Jiao Poison is quite simple, just administer a few hundred needles to the poisoned person, or if that doesn't work, a few thousand needles, so the Little Dragon Girl indeed couldn't really be of much help.
"Yuening, how are you feeling?"
Inside the tent.
At this moment, Leng Yuening lay on the ground twisting uneasily like a beautiful snake, sweating profusely, her skin flushed with an extremely unnatural red. Her long, elegant legs were pressed tightly together, rubbing and producing a soft, teasing rustling sound, making Sun Zhe's heart itch.
Gazing at the "beautiful snake" in front of him, the Yang Qi within Sun Zhe's body could no longer be suppressed, stirring restlessly.
