At this moment, if she directly took the Spiritual Essence Pill, its effect would be greatly reduced, unable to completely clear the toxin within Ye Xixue's body, so his primary task was to suppress the spread of the toxin.
Yang Cheng pinched the Silver Needle between his fingertips and thrust it sharply into Ye Xixue's tender chest.
"Mmm..."
Ye Xixue let out a soft moan, her body trembled continuously, her two tender mounds on her chest bouncing back and forth.
"It's torturous!"
Yang Cheng's forehead was beaded with sweat, and the swelling monster in his pants was bulging ominously.
Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the fire of desire within him and pierced in the second needle.
"Ah..."
Ye Xixue uttered a brief cry, her soft waist twisting involuntarily.
Her pliant body waved like a water snake, her fair skin dazzling under the light, with her stunningly beautiful face.
