"..."
"If you don't reduce the swelling in time, and it never goes down, you'll look like a pig head. I wonder if that jerk Jun Moyan will still like you."
"..."
Wen Xiao'ai wasn't afraid of his intimidation.
With the Medicine King here, even someone who died seven days ago can be revived. How could it be possible not to reduce a swelling?
Besides, even if she became a pig-headed ugly monster, Jun Moyan would definitely still like her.
"If you apply the ointment, I'll agree to any three conditions you want, okay?"
"..."
"Should I go to the Immortal Realm's Cloud Summit Palace and steal some Ziqiong Fruit for you to eat? Judging by the time, they should be bearing fruit these days, and you've been wanting to eat them."
"..."
Looking at Wen Xiao'ai with a pouting mouth and tears still hanging on her eyelashes, Feng Liyan was going a bit crazy.
"What do you really want? My heart can't take this kind of torment."
