As Ye Tianfan plunged the last Bian Que Dark Soul Needle deeper, Yan Feishuang's expression became increasingly painful. It wasn't until Ye Tianfan nearly inserted the entire needle that Yan Feishuang suddenly let out a cry, followed by a mouthful of inky black blood.
"Phew..."
The inky blood splattered on the ground, and the low temperature instantly formed a white mist before evaporating and disappearing.
After spitting out the black blood, Yan Feishuang's complexion eased significantly. She wanted to slightly open her eyes to thank Ye Tianfan but found herself completely weak, unable to muster even a bit of strength. Her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she fell back onto the bed, dazed.
At this moment, Ye Tianfan exhaled a long breath, then patted Yan Feishuang's fragrant shoulder, whispering, "Don't worry, it's fine now. Just rest for a night."
