Strange Poison

Just a quarter of an hour ago, Li Moying was still talking to her, asking her if she had taken the berserk pill.

Huang Yueli knew that something was wrong as her brows creased as she stretched out her hand without any hesitation, pulling apart Li Moying's long black robe.

A sturdy and strong back was revealed in front of him.

Huang Yueli took a glance and couldn't help but draw in a breath of cold air.

On her usually jade-like cold and fair skin, there was now a ferocious scar.

The wound was not particularly deep, but because it was a wound made by the Devil Beast's sharp claws, the edge was torn quite badly.

Of course, this kind of wound to an ordinary person was already rather serious but to a practitioner like Li Moying, it could only be considered as a superficial wound. Although it was very painful at that time, but as long as he applied some healing ointment, he would be able to recover in two days.