Next, he pinched Feng Yin's mouth shut, urging him, "Quick, swallow it, swallow it all."
Feng Yin choked.
Damn, shoving a handful of spirit pills all at once into the throat, it would be weird if he didn't choke!
For a moment, Feng Yin's eyes seemed ready to bulge out of his head, looking as if they were about to burst.
Seeing this, Dong Xiaoyan assumed he was having difficulty breathing, exhausted to the point where he was struggling to take his medicine.
Without thinking, two of her fingers pinched his nostrils shut, while another hand clenched Feng Yin's neck. She sent a strand of pure spiritual power coursing through him, instantly shattering all the medicinal pills in his throat. Her fingers, white as jade, moved just like someone playing the lute, heading straight down in a swift succession.
