"The clips are repeatedly rubbed with the soil here, and there will never be any smell of pig iron."

Feng Wuyou looked and Nie Zheng explained.

Feng Wuyou is still very relieved when Nie Zheng is doing things.

She rolled up her sleeves and asked, “How much blood do you think is appropriate?

If you put too little, will you not be able to attract it?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Zheng's face suddenly wrinkled a few more folds than bitter melon.

Empress, are you playing in the entertainment department?

You have a hair loss on your body, and the emperor can feel distressed for a long time.

As a result, you are actually going to bleed yourself now, and you ask them how much they should bleed?

Looking back, if the emperor sees the wound on your body and knows that we are all next to you when you are bleeding, but only open our eyes and don’t stop us, then do we... still want to survive in front of the emperor?

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and said with a bitter face: "Empress, don't tease us."

Before leaving, the emperor gave his subordinate a Tianyuan Pill."

Xiao Jinglan actually has this thing?

But...where did he get it?

Feng Wuyou later remembered the information about this Tianyuan Pill. This medicine was specially made in the temple and was very precious.

One is the most expensive medicinal materials, there are six or seven kinds of medicines that have been more than thirty years alone, and the other is the most complicated to refine. If you are not careful, all the previous efforts may be wasted. All the medicinal materials are used up, but you cannot get a successful pill.

Even Helanjiu can only get one in three to five years.

But now, Xiao Jinglan actually has it.

Feng Wuyou was full of questions, but he was temporarily suppressed in his heart.

She asked, "Then are we using this pill to lead the immortals?"

What a pity.

Feng Wuyou prepared a lot of words to convince Nie Zheng not to use this medicine.
Chapter completed!