Before Chen Zhiyi could say another word, the little sunflower on Yin Yusheng's pinky finger suddenly puffed up its cheeks.
As its cheeks became bigger, Yin Yusheng felt the wood-type energy in his body rush toward his fingertips. Noticing this, he looked at the sunflower and saw it bloated like a balloon.
Before he could check what was going on, the little sunflower suddenly opened its mouth and spat out green liquid. Due to its small size, no one noticed it until they saw green liquid spray out from Yin Yusheng's fingertips and cover Chen Zhiyi's wound.
"Yusheng, this—" Gao Bohai was shocked.
"Brother, I also don't know what happened or what this is," Yin Yusheng said helplessly.
He was worried that this sunflower was a parasite living off his body. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die because of a parasite. Therefore, he was worried and anxious.
