By the time Wang Hao removed the syringe in satisfaction, Xue Qianqin's face had already turned pale.
Le Xuan quickly gave Xue Qianqin a hand and snorted at Wang Hao. "You're not extracting her blood; you're killing her!"
Wang Hao sniffed and said, "I have to store enough blood. Who knows when I'll see her again?"
Everybody sweated hard. Why does it sound like her mistake when you're taking her blood? You're truly as shameless as ever.
"Xue Qianqin, what's wrong with you?" Le Xuan asked anxiously, seeing blackness arising on Xue Qianqin's pale face while she quivered hard.
Mai Mengmeng examined her and said, "She's suffering from the zombie virus!"
"Wang Hao, get her the antidote!" Le Xuan glared at Wang Hao, who had shamelessly pumped so much blood out of Xue Qianqin that she was too weak to resist the zombie virus.
In the meantime, Le Xuan felt sorry for Xue Qianqin. She was probably the most pitiful Dark Spirit in history.
