Even so, he still used too much torture. Yan Yexi's body, which was not fully recovered, was basically useless like a piece of broken cloth.
Ming Ya looked at the lump of 'corpse' on the ground with a frown. No, it was a delicate 'corpse'. He walked over and listened carefully. Fortunately, there were still very weak breathing and heartbeats. Only then did he take out a bottle from his bosom and pour out a pill that emitted a strange fragrance. He used his toes to flip Yan Yexi gently into a 'face', then leaned down and grabbed hold of her lower jaw with one hand. With a slight force, he forced her to open her mouth and throw the pill into her mouth.
Then he looked at Yan Yexi's small black dress, which had already turned into dark black with blood seeping out from it, and frowned even m
