When no one else had reacted, Bai Zhi'er snatched the porcelain bottle from the attendant's hand.
She flipped her wrist, and most of the medicinal powder was instantly poured onto the boy's injured left foot.
This time, the boy's pain was even more severe, and even with his mouth covered, his screams and howls could be heard!
The surrounding Xiu Luo Envoys were stunned.
The little princess is really decisive!
Doesn't this hurt like hell?
Bai Zhi'er handed the bottle back to the attendant.
The little fellow, in a fierce yet innocent tone, said, "You, don't you know good from bad? Giving you medicine is to save you, not to torture you."
"If you can't walk in the future and become a cripple, won't others laugh at you! And you even scolded Brother Fu Ce, you're the bad one!"
The boy's reddened eyes glared at Bai Zhi'er, panting heavily and enduring the excruciating pain.
However, in a short moment, he fainted from the pain.
