The onlookers had their mouths wide open, unable to say anything, because the scene was just too lively.
On the second floor of the restaurant, Lu Yuanxin said to Qiu Zhiheng: "Uncle Qiu, the insects are in position."
Qiu Zhiheng's veins bulged, his pupils filled with blood, and he stared intently at Tan Jinxiao.
The two sides were far apart, and Qiu Zhiheng forcibly used his technique, with drops of blood flowing from the corners of his eyes.
At such a distance, it would be futile to use the Lust Cultivation Technique on Tan Jinxiao.
But using the Lust Cultivation Technique on the insects was effective.
A swarm of flies became excited, clinging to Tan Jinxiao's back and sucking vigorously.
The immature flies immediately swelled up, fiercely gnawing at Tan Jinxiao's back.
