Wang Qi's Methods, Little Sister Becomes a Sword

"What kind of medicine is this? Explain it first!" Yue Luo Liuli looked terrified. "And tell me what you're planning to do!"

"At a time like this, would I still harm you?" Wang Qi grabbed the only scarf Yue Luo Liuli had left, seemingly intending to force-feed her. "Just swallow it!"

"Damn it! My combat strength is less than one percent right now, and you're kicking me when I'm down, aren't you? Aren't you?" Yue Luo Liuli struggled violently. "Hey, hey... don't touch my scarf... let go..."

"You've been naked for days already, and you still care about that?"

"A scarf is different... it makes me embarrassed..."

Yue Luo Liuli was not lying. To dragons, neck wraps and scarves were equivalent to the human race's **

As the two wrestled, Wang Qi finally pried Yue Luo Liuli's teeth apart with his fingers. He dissolved the pill with spiritual power, then used a deft force to press it into Yue Luo Liuli's mouth. "There you go!"

Yue Luo Liuli hurriedly bit down hard. Wang Qi cried out in pain and withdrew his fingers. But by then, the white pill had already dissolved inside her body. Yue Luo Liuli suddenly felt hot all over and weak, as though she had come down with a fever.

But dragons generally did not get fevers. There were few plagues in this biosphere that could overcome an immune system honed through hundreds of millions of years of evolution—especially when dragons themselves were masters of evolution, evolving even faster than viruses.

In other words, it had to be poison.

Yue Luo Liuli's face went pale. "So the stories were true... What you made me swallow at a time like this must be some secret medicine, or something addictive after one dose. You want to take advantage of