"Slap..."
Long Qiangwei also stretched out her hand and slapped Lu Ning's palm.
It was a "palm-clapping oath," an agreement sealed.
"This process might be a bit painful. Get yourself mentally prepared!"
After Lu Ning withdrew his hand, he began to operate the Miaojiang Gu Scripture, his skin faintly emanating a layer of dim black light.
"No problem, when I was hit by the Parasite, I was in pain for three days and three nights and didn't groan once."
Long Qiangwei, with her head held high, her expression incredibly determined.
"Good! Here we go!"
Lu Ning said in a deep voice, the black glow on the surface of his skin growing more intense.
"Hiss..."
Long Qiangwei bit her silver teeth, involuntarily drawing in a breath of cool air.
The Nine-Turn Golden Silkworm Parasite inside her body seemed to have sensed a threat, and started to frantically scatter through her meridians, flesh, and blood.
The sensation was, needless to say, imaginable.