Fantasy Reading Conferred God

Chapter 1908 Open your eyes, white clothes

One of the team members said, "You haven't been out in a long time, so let's come in and take a look."

I nodded and said, "You go out first and come back in half an hour."

One of the players opened their mouth to say something, but they were immediately pulled out by another player.

After the two men disappeared, I slowly walked up to the woman in white clothes, looked at her and said: "I just thank this lady for saving her life, but I want to see if this lady is very injured. Let's do it next time." Let me show you."

The white woman looked at me and said coldly: "Look at yourself first, and then, as for my injury, there is nothing you can do, or the world should not do this anymore."

I smiled bitterly and said: "I am relatively clear about my own injuries. The problem is not big. It is the girl's injury. I am afraid the problem is more serious. If it is not solved now, the girl will not want to move today."

Hearing my words, the woman in white clothes looked at me in surprise. The man in front of her seemed to still have the ability to see his scars at a glance.

In fact, when I just opened my eyes, I found something wrong with the body of a woman wearing white clothes. The whirlwind she created before was supposed to be able to absorb human power and still be absorbed into the body.

However, there are significant drawbacks to this. When we first absorbed the talent of the White Swing, the woman in white had a profound vitality, suppressed it, but absorbed the ability of the Bai ancestors, because the power of the White House ancestors was too great. So the white woman was immediately transferred back.

Today's body is both vitality and ability. If part of the ability is not dissolved, I am afraid that a white woman will not be able to move.

When I saw the white woman giving her permission to look, I put my right hand on the white woman's wrist. It felt very subtle, but right now, I didn't want to appreciate other people's hands.     A woman in white was in worse physical condition than I imagined. Now, in the body of a woman in white, the violent force of wanton destruction in the body, and the vitality of a woman in white, seem to have no power to capture. Completely play the role of a firefighter.

This is why white women can say one word and spit out blood.

Seeing what was going on inside the white woman made me worried too, if he wasn't hurt, suppressing her physical hurt shouldn't be a big problem.

But the most important thing at the moment is that he was also seriously injured and could not use the acupuncture methods recorded in the pharmacopoeia. However, without the assistance of corresponding acupuncture methods, I am afraid there is no way to dispel the power of the silver-haired woman.

Suddenly, I thought of my ring, as if it contained a dozen drops of grass essence, and healing their injuries shouldn't be a problem, and it would keep white women's physical injuries from getting worse.

Thinking of this, I reached into my bag, actually pulled out the vial containing parsley essence from the ring, took out two drops, and handed it to the woman in white.

The woman in white picked up the medicine bottle, held it to her nose and smelled it. Suddenly, an inexplicable light emitted from her eyes. She looked at me and gave the medicine bottle back to me. Some white women I don’t know what to think of, explained: “The medicine in it is too precious and it’s not cost-effective to waste it on her.”

I put the medicine bottle back into the white woman's hand and said, "Potion is for treating wounds. It is not precious or not. If it cannot heal the wound, then precious medicine is not medicine."

The white woman thought to herself, and found that what I said was still reasonable, so she opened the scarf on the corner, opened her cherry mouth, and drank a drop.

(End of this chapter)