It had to be known that devil grass, this kind of potent neurotoxin, would numb one's nerves in a short period of time, consequently stiffening the limbs and body.
But now, even this kind of neurotoxin could not do anything to Mo Lian.
Qiao Mu nuzzled her petite head against his chest before abruptly handing him the small bag of cores she had previously collected. "All yours."
"No, you keep it. If I need it, I will go collect it myself."
"I can't use it anyways. So it's all yours! The ones below are also yours." Qiao Mu tilted her petite head, nudging his chest with it. "You're not allowed to refuse."
"Fine, fine, fine." Mo Lian took the bag in amusement and put it into his inner world. He asked gently while holding her, "Qiaoqiao, do you want to see the extent of my current medicinal power?"
Qiao Mu nodded her petite head repeatedly, her expression dyingly curious.
