chapter 133 The art of blessing

After repeating it three times, the water in the bowl had bottomed out. Chen Yu put down the bowl and looked at Zhao Anran with a solemn expression. Zhao Anran's body was covered with scars while she was sleeping. For five minutes, Zhao Anran suddenly frowned. The burns on her face began to dry up, scab, and then fall off. "It's done." Chen Yu was overjoyed. He had used the Fu Zhu technique on Mr. Huang before, but it was just a low-level poison-repelling water. But this time it...