Guan shuxian was leaning against a pillar. Meng Fu had poked him with a needle in the middle.
Although he had no strength left, his consciousness was slowly recovering, and his eyes could see some distorted vision.
Meng Fu injected another needle into herself to keep herself awake. She had come to the White Tower twice and had overworked herself. Her body was almost at its limit. She sat in a corner, her hair mixed with blood and sweat sticking to her face to recover her body's functions.
Guan shuxian watched as she inserted another golden needle into his body, the entire needle entering his body.
He turned his eyes to Xia yihang, who was a little far away from them. This time, there was no disgust in Guan shuxian's eyes. Instead, it was the calm after the storm. He seemed to be a little relaxed. I've pulled out three strings.
well done. Meng Fu glanced at him. our next goal is to find a place to hide.
