With a tearing sound, a hideous and ugly face-changing mask was thrown into the trash can. With a tug of his large hand, his corroded and tattered clothes fluttered to the ground. Under the dim light in the bathroom, the man was naked. That perfect outline and curves were what many bodybuilders dreamed of.
He took a small porcelain bottle from the side. Feng Qing had given it to him before she got out of the car just now. He placed it in front of his nose and smelled it. The smell was a little bitter, but there was a thick smell of Chinese medicine.
Madam Crimson Snow's Crimson Snow was too corrosive. When it dripped on his body, the flesh and blood of the surrounding wounds would rot along with it, and it would emit a foul smell. If this situation continued, it would be very easy to cripple his entire arm. If it was serious, he would have to undergo amputation, so he had to treat it in time.
