"Can it be done?" Wu Xiaode asked apprehensively.
"Humans can perform emergency suturing and save lives—I'm a Fallen Angel, do you think I'm worse than your primitive trash medical skills?"
Ulysses said disdainfully and casually revealed a gold brick, which he skillfully placed on top of his head.
Wu Xiaode often complained about the time it took to heal in the past.
But this time, he had no complaints.
—Because this healing was particularly important for a man.
"Regeneration of limbs!"
Ulysses exclaimed.
A burst of brilliant Holy Light immediately fell upon Wu Xiaode, converging a few inches beneath his Dantian.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The light vanished.
"A perfect Magic, no mistakes, congratulations on being a man once more," Ulysses said proudly.
The gold brick on his head had completely disappeared.
—It was evident that this Magic had indeed required a great deal of effort.
Wu Xiaode swung his hips.
He could feel it.
That was great.
