Qin Yu laid in the taxi. He didn't have any strength at all.
Just now, he used up all his strength to climb into the taxi.
"It's a pity that I didn't kill him." Qin Yu's eyes were cold.
Qin Yu would never show mercy to those who wanted to kill him. Otherwise, they could make a comeback at any time.
He really didn't expect the consumption of the Saintly Body Technique to be so huge. It seems that he should use it as little as possible in the future, Qin Yu thought to himself.
The car finally reached the hotel.
Even after the long journey, Qin Yu still couldn't recover his strength.
Helpless, Qin Yu could only ask the taxi driver to carry him to the bed.
Lying on the bed, Qin Yu couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"I wonder if I can recover tomorrow," Qin Yu said in a sullen voice.
Tomorrow was the traditional Chinese Medicine Conference. If he couldn't recover, things would really be troublesome.