Xu Zhiqing shivered slightly, feeling a bit cold, unaware of Sister Lan's murderous intent.
She was just an ordinary person, not sensitive to the presence of danger.
Fan Yi felt the temperature in the car dropping rapidly, his body felt chilly.
He suddenly turned around, feeling his body stiffen.
He felt like a fly trapped in amber, unable to move.
Martial Arts Stance!
Sister Lan was actually an expert in Core Formation to Divine Communication, deeply hidden and not showing it.
Taking advantage of the moment, Sister Lan struck Fan Yi's shoulder with her palm.
In her palm, a faintly blue poison needle was caught between her fingers.
Fan Yi felt as if his shoulder was bitten by a mosquito, instantly paralyzing him.
His head spun, golden stars danced before his eyes.
In just a second, the paralysis in Fan Yi's shoulder spread to his waist, then to his legs, immobilizing his entire body.
