Ye Ling looked at Wawa and felt a pang of alarm in his heart, cursing inwardly at the wretchedness of the old creature who was now dying in such an undesirable manner.
The poison had taken advantage of Ye Ling's severe injuries and the depletion of his spiritual power to suddenly launch a stealthy attack into his body, further accelerated by the surging of his blood, quickly spreading throughout his body.
Ye Ling felt his body burning with heat, his lower part as hard as iron. He took a deep breath, hoping to control himself.
"No! I can't take it anymore. Quick, help me."
Just as Ye Ling tried to get a grip on himself, Wawa suddenly let out a soft moan beside him. He turned his head and, swish, the fire instantly shot to his head.
Wawa, on the other hand, kept caressing her body, having already stripped down most of her exotic clothes.
