Liu Xuan was no match for this anesthetist, and today, it seemed like this anesthetist came prepared.
Or rather, with a guilty conscience, always on guard, carrying an unknown number of anesthetic needles.
Seeing Liu Xuan also collapse on the ground, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.
But now he was helpless; although the energy of the Nine Revolutions was circulating in his body, it couldn't just recover instantly. Zhang Yang estimated that it would take at least fifteen minutes to be able to move a bit.
But these fifteen minutes were enough to decide his and Liu Xuan's fate.
At the moment, even if Zhang Yang was anxious, it was useless; his tongue was numb, and he couldn't speak for the time being.
Liu Xuan could only make a muffled 'woo woo' sound, feeling somewhat fearful and uneasy.
What does this woman want to do?
Oh God, this woman is actually taking off her clothes.
