Li Chun looked at him with a gentle expression, "Xiaoming, drink this."
Zhu Xiaoming looked at the cup of greenish liquid, and his first reaction was Iron Blood, his second was poison wine. But he didn't hesitate much and still tilted his neck back to drink it down.
Because even if it was poison wine, his resistance was futile, not to mention that the Second Master's demeanor was even more gentle today, and with his robust muscles, it was hard to refuse.
One might say dying under the Iron Blood's crotch, being a ghost also seems romantic, if death it is, then so be it!
Zhu Xiaoming picked up the cup and drank it all in one go, but as soon as it entered his mouth, he sensed something was wrong.
"So fragrant!"
"This is medicine!"
The medicinal aroma gave him a familiar feeling.
"Could it be..."
Li Chun looked at him with a comforting smile, "You guessed right, actually, your blood is also medicine."
"Great Medicine!"
