Yue Beibei glanced into his barrel and took a smell.
The liquid in the barrel had a strange fishy-sweet smell, slightly mixed with the aroma of ambergris.
Mixed with the fragrance of the barrel, it resembles orchid and musk.
Blood of the Eight Desolate Gods and Dragons![
This turned out to be the legendary blood of the Eight Desolate Gods and Dragons!
Yue Beibei once saw a small bottle of the blood of the Eight Desolate Gods and Dragons in her master's pharmacy.
I have smelled this smell before, so I recognize it.
He once heard his master say that the small vial of blood was obtained by the founder of Ziyun Sect after he had gone to great lengths to kill a divine dragon and almost lost his life.
The baby is incredible.
Now Uncle Feng actually brought such a big bucket!
How did he get it?
Killing the dragon is no better than killing a loach, it can be captured with ease.
Yue Beibei circled around Feng Liyan. Well, there wasn't a single wound on his body. He didn't look like he had just killed the dragon...
He suddenly seemed to remember something and jumped up suddenly!
Where is daddy?!
Every time Feng Liyan brought strange medicinal materials to save his mother, his father would watch the whole process and help him from time to time.
Why didn't you come this time?
Could it be that—this dragon blood was obtained by dad?!
Dad didn't come this time. Could it be that he was seriously injured?
So you can't come?
Yue Beibei felt very sad, so sad that she blinked her big eyes and almost cried.
After Qi Luoer's soul died, Yue Beibei felt sorry for her mother, but all her hatred was transferred to her father.
No matter what, I won’t forgive Yue Wushang.[
Every time he saw Yue Wushang, he had a sullen face and ignored him. He would not listen to anyone's advice.
Every time he comes back from practicing Qigong, he will come here to accompany his mother.