Li Feng only felt his breath quicken, his head slightly dizzy, a sensation akin to having drunk strong liquor. His whole body's energy and blood were circulating rapidly, which was definitely not normal.
It was certainly not as simple as the other party claimed.
At this moment, two women entered from outside the door: a mature indigenous lady and a beautiful indigenous woman who had fought with Li Feng before.
"Prophet."
"I'll leave him to you guys, take good care of him."
"Yes, Prophet."
Li Feng looked up at the two women in front of him. His lower abdomen stirred restlessly, and he couldn't suppress the urge to pounce. Even as the Medical Saint, if he didn't realize he had been set up by this old fox by now, he might as well hit his head against the wall.
"Old fox, you played me."
