An hour later, the bald creature reluctantly stopped.
Then, with a feverish look in his eyes, he eagerly urged Zhao Sheng, "I don't have much time left. Hurry up and kill me. I will surely grant you a tremendous boon after my death."
At that moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt uncomfortable in his throat and couldn't help but cough.
Cough!
Something was wrong!
After Zhao Sheng coughed, he was struck with a sudden, chilling fear.
He had long been immune to all diseases; he shouldn't be able to cough at all.
Seeing his changed complexion, the bald creature remained indifferent and declared plainly, "Don't make a big deal out of it! This is merely a bodily rejection reaction. Sooner or later, you will adapt to it."
"Senior, do you know what caused this?" Zhao Sheng immediately asked.
