The Snake-People Temple.
In a quiet room somewhere.
Medusa and Fan Tian sat facing each other.
"Your current condition doesn't look good." Fan Tian raised his eyes, slowly sweeping his gaze over her face, his tone perfectly solemn. "I have a ton of good stuff here, essence condensed by refining countless heavenly treasures-not only can it heal your injuries and stabilize your aura, it can also nourish your body and help you advance another step."
He paused, the corners of his lips lifting almost imperceptibly. "Come with me."
With that, he turned and walked toward the bed.
Queen Medusa was skeptical.
But the sight of Fan Tian casually tossing out a Sixth-Grade Pill and forcibly dragging the Snake-People Tribe's Third Elder back from death's door was still fresh in her mind. After a moment of silence, she finally rose on her long legs and slowly followed, her hips swaying.
With a startled cry, Medusa was tackled onto the brocade quilt by Fan Tian.
Fan Tian had expended too much origin on Yun Yun. Even so, faced with the queen of the Snake-People Tribe, he still found it hard to restrain himself.
Yun Yun had her own beauty.
The queen had hers.
Fan Tian's chest heaved. He was just about to launch into a thoroughly satisfying battle and transfer "a ton of origin" to Medusa.
Then, something unexpected happened.
Medusa shoved him away, her face crimson as blood, a trace of embarrassment lingering in her eyes. "No... I can't hold on anymore!"
"You're kidding, right?" Fan Tian froze, raising his brows. "We haven't even started, and you already can't hold on?"
The moment he finished speaking, Medusa's body abruptly changed. Amid flickering light, the Seven-Colored Little Snake appeared before his eyes.
"Holy shit!" Fan Tian's eyes widened. "I haven't even come