Zi Moye worried for his safety, dashed off into the wind in a fluster.
"I gave her the pill. Everything will be fine!"
Watching Zi Mo's fierce wind rushing forward, Cangsheng reassured.
As the exquisite speech of the wind gradually disappeared in Shui Rou's comfortable center, the next sword scar on his neck was astonishing, and his eyes immediately turned red.
"If I don't kill you today, I swear I'm not a man!"
Mo Yi, in a rage and heartbreak, suddenly roared at the sky.
Then he raised his hand to grasp Feng Miaoyu's wrist vein, carefully examining her injuries.
As soon as he touched her hand, he was startled.
He hadn't expected Feng Miaoyu's injuries to be so severe.
But as he continued to explore, a look of horror appeared on his face.
Because even though Feng Miaoyu's injuries were severe, the wounds on her body were rapidly healing at an observable speed.
This peculiar scene reminded Zi Moye of what Cao Cao had just said.
"Is it really the effect of his pill?"
