C81 Blood Exchange

Chen Yang twisted the silver needle in his hand and placed it on the girl's four limbs. The last needle landed on the girl's dantian.

A moment later, the girl's four limbs were covered in a faint white mist. The mist converged at her dantian and gradually took the shape of a dragon.

"Rise..." There's fog? " Despite Chen Yang repeatedly using the needle technique to cause visual impact