chapter 245 Eight Needles for Rejuvenating Yang

This bowl of flower juice is so scary! Looks like poison! The words haven't been finished yet. Han Lao interrupted with a stern voice, "Drink! I'm not afraid of bullets and rain of gunfire, so how can I be afraid of a bowl of medicine? Feed me!" Han Pengcheng looked outside the door and prepared to feed the medicine. Just at this moment. "You can't drink it!" Suddenly there was a roar outside the door. Then an old man wearing a sky-blue cloth robe and a goatee came over. "Divine...