Zhan Yan, who was just about to give his last words, felt his pupils tremble. He stared at the small, exquisitely crafted head with rosy lips and pearly teeth that Xu Yunfan held pinned to his chest. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Xu Yunfan tear a root as fine as a strand of hair from the small child and quickly place it in his mouth.
After pushing the extremely dissatisfied Ginseng Child back down, Xu Yunfan stared at Zhan Yan, silently waiting for the effects of the root to take hold.
Zhan Yan smacked his lips and opened his mouth.
"You…"
The word "you" had just left his lips when Zhan Yan's entire body shuddered. He suddenly widened his eyes, feeling a torrent of scorching heat erupt from his stomach and instantly flood his body.
The blood, which had already almost completely drained from him, was now violently forced from the depths of his flesh and jetted out from the gashes on his skin.
Xu Yunfan: "…"
"You…"
