บท 459: Stormy Sword, Cut Your Throat!

After a tiny cracking noise as if a few strings inside his brain broke off, Li Yao's eyes were filled with blood, and the world was swirling around him, giving him a strong sense of nausea.

Not good. My computational ability ran too high. The cerebrovascular vessels were broken again.

And not one of them, but many. I'm going to be paralyzed!

Li Yao hurriedly stopped contemplating. His boiling brain cells gradually calmed down. He quickly picked out a few drugs from the myriad of medications beside him. Half of the drugs were taken orally, while the other half were smeared on his temples.

The drugs spread throughout his brain and fixed his cerebrovascular vessels, which were as wide as a spider's web, together with his thousands of spiritual threads.

Three minutes later, more than ten lackluster pearls of blood popped up on Li Yao's forehead. The internal bleeding inside his brain had been drained.