Lin Chang'sheng's Divine Sense stirred, wrapping around that mass of black poison, slowly pulling it out from Yu Wenjing's mind.
But just as it was about to leave her body, he was met with resistance.
"It's not working?"
Lin Chang'sheng was surprised, but had no time to think further.
He leaned in, his lips nearly touching Yu Wenjing's red ones, and with a soft inhalation, directly drew the black soul poison into his own body.
With his Dual Nascent Soul Divine Consciousness, this soul poison couldn't harm Lin Chang'sheng at all.
He could slowly refine it away.
Seeing Lin Chang'sheng go to such lengths to extract her poison, Yu Wenjing was deeply moved.
At the same time, she couldn't help blushing—even though she couldn't sense much now, she still felt incredibly shy.
"Chang'sheng, didn't you just take the poison into yourself? Isn't that dangerous for you?"
Yu Wenjing couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with worry.
