Miscalculation, Fusion (3)

"Let go!" Zhou Shu shouted.

He had already realized that something was wrong. Yin Wuyou's spiritual essence was unable to help him suppress this trace of tainted blood. Instead, it would infect her.

Yin Wuyou didn't have his physique, so she couldn't withstand the invasion of tainted blood!

Yin Wuyou gritted her teeth and didn't retract her hand.

"I can do it. I can help you!" Yin Wuyou said stubbornly, her spiritual essence constantly surging into Zhou Shu's body.

They both groaned at the same time.

Zhou Shu reached out to push Yin Wuyou away, but his entire body was weak. His hands were about to push Yin Wuyou's shoulders, but his hands softened, and he pushed lower, pressing her chest.

Yin Wuyou let out a cry of surprise when she felt a soft touch. Her mind was in a mess, and the spiritual essence in her body lost control.

The trace of tainted blood qi invaded her body along her spiritual essence.