Yu Qingqian completed Feng Chen's veins and found that although the toxins in his body had been reduced a lot due to the absorption of her wood-type powers more than ten years ago, they had spread to the meridians and blood vessels of the whole body.
"I know." Feng Chen's deep-sea boundless phoenix eyes did not fluctuate much, and he calmly said, "I am ready to change blood. If I fail, on the day when I might become the enemy's poison puppet, I will kill myself. "
Fengchen has his own pride; he would rather die than live like a puppet.
For some reason, Yu Qingqian exposed her own special abilities to him, and he unconsciously said what he had prepared for a long time.
He knew that Yu Qingqian's pride and temper would not leak out.
"Exchange blood?" Yu Qingqian frowned slightly. "It's useless to change blood in your situation."
Feng Chen's face showed a bit of surprise, and his voice was still calm. He asked, "Why?"