The male Anopheles mosquito struggled desperately, but its entire body ended up submerged in the potion, thrashing directly on the surface of the liquid.
Jia Yan carefully made sure not to get splashed with the potion, then stood by the bottle to meticulously observe the scene.
After ten minutes…
"Excellent, at least this mosquito hasn't shown any reaction until now. I can preliminarily infer that the danger to me is minimal. Even if there is a slight harm, if it didn't directly kill this mosquito, then given my mutated physique, there will assuredly be no threat at all…"
The gleam in Jia Yan's compound eyes intensified!
Yu Yuan, your death is coming!!
As the sun set and evening arrived.
Fan Haofei, a young worker who had been busy all day, trudged back to his rented home with weariness.
He was an installer of aluminum windows. He had been fighting alone in this metropolis, Shanghu, for over half a year.
