"No! The prince must keep his word! I won't stop until it is pulverized into powder!" Ling Ziliang gritted his teeth and felt the pain in his wrist, but he still worked hard to tinker with the contents of the medicine jar.

"Ziliang...obey me, we are brothers, aren't we?" Meng Xian smiled slightly and opened his arms to Ling Ziliang. If you could ignore the shining dagger in his hand, it would be even more beautiful.

"Ah? Yes! You, Meng Xian, are my brothers! But you, Meng Xian, are not my parents, and you can't control me." Ling Ziliang held the jar and pounded the medicine while answering Meng Xian's question, very worried.

Ling Ziliang was absent-minded and instantly angered Meng Xian.

——You, Ling Ziliang, are not the only one who loses his temper!

"Hey? Meng Xian... calm down, calm down, put down the knife and we have something to talk about!" Ling Ziliang said that his personal life was under great threat! Why did the soft and gentle Meng Xian raise the knife towards him?

Come!

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"Can you come here?" Meng Xian gently pointed at the blue clouds with the hand holding the dagger. Ling Ziliang nodded his head, then put the medicine jar in his arms on the table, and carefully

He walked slowly to Meng Xian's side and looked at Biyun from the same angle as him.

"Meng Xian, are you going to operate on her with a dagger like this?" Ling Ziliang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the small iron arrow handle still on Biyun's chest. Biyun's wound had not been bandaged.

, but the undershirt he was wearing was cut open at the wound, leaving just the place where Biyun was injured.

"Did you see the head of this arrow? I will open her wound later, and after taking out the arrow, you can sprinkle this medicine on it. Don't sprinkle too much." Meng Xian said and took out a medicine from his arms.

The bottle was handed to Ling Ziliang's hand. Ling Ziliang looked at the white porcelain bottle and was a little confused. The medicine jar looked similar to the one he had painted yesterday.

Meng Xian did not receive a positive answer from Ling Ziliang, so he raised his eyes and met Ling Ziliang's eyes. There was a trace of confusion in his purple eyes, and his eyes were looking at the porcelain bottle. Meng Xian immediately opened the medicine bottle, and there was a

It had an unpleasant smell, but Ling Ziliang had been making medicine with an even worse smell, so he was already immune to this smell.

A large part of the reason why Meng Xian asked Ling Ziliang to make medicine was because of this. Of course, it could also provide him with an environment where he could diagnose his condition quietly.

"How do you tell the difference between these bottles? This trick is so powerful!" Ling Ziliang looked at Meng Xian in surprise. How much did Meng Xian know that he didn't know.

Meng Xian ignored Ling Ziliang's nonsense this time. He already had a dagger in his hand, and cut a larger hole in Biyun's clothes at the wound. He cut off the excess cloth, and then pointed the tip of the knife towards Biyun's wound.

After a few strokes, after simulating the entire knife operation in his mind, his green fingertips exerted slight force, and the knife had already scratched the delicate skin.

The blood did not overflow as quickly as expected. It was not a miracle, but Meng Xian chose to cut the knife on the rotten flesh. The rotten flesh had lost its nerve connections, had no pain, and did not have as much blood as it did to surround the iron arrow.

In one circle, he cut the knife hard and showed no mercy.
Chapter completed!