The dark red potion was swallowed.
A strange, fishy-sweet taste made one want to vomit.
Soon after, he could feel his body starting to heat up, his skin turning red, and smoke wafting off of him.
It was as if he had just been taken off the grill, freshly cooked.
The heat persisted, and both his muscles and bones throbbed with an agonizing pain, as if every bit of his flesh was being pierced over and over by countless fine needles.
Fang Hao's forehead was instantly covered in veins, and before he had time to strip off his clothes, he got right into the bath tub.
Hisss~!
A sound echoed as if a hot iron had been put into water, and steam rose from the tub once again.
However, it seemed like the pain on Fang Hao's body was indeed alleviated to some extent.
At least it wasn't getting worse.
Fang Hao's reactions scared the hell out of Anjia, who was by his side.
She immediately rushed over, fanning away the steam before asking anxiously, "Fang Hao, how are you feeling?"