Yue Beibei glanced into his barrel and smelled it.

The liquid in that bucket had a strange, fishy smell, and it was slightly mixed with an ambergris aroma.

Mixed with the fragrance of wooden barrels, like blue and musk.

Eight Desolate Dragon Blood!

This turned out to be the legendary Eight Desolate Dragon Blood!

Yuebei once saw a small bottle of the eight desolate dragon blood in the pharmacy of Shi Gong.

Smell it, so I recognize it.

He once heard the Shishi said that the small bottle of blood was the original Ziyunmen's founder who strove to kill a dragon with nine cattle and two tigers. He nearly got his life and got it.

Baby's amazing.

Uncle Feng now brought such a big bucket!

How did he get it?

This killing dragon is no better than slaughtering a mud loach.

Yuebei turned around in the wind. Well, he couldn't see a wound on his body. It didn't look like she had just killed the dragon ...

He suddenly seemed to remember something and jumped up!

Where's dad? !!

Every time the wind gets rid of weird herbs to save mom, father and father have to watch the whole process and often help.

Why didn't you come this time?

Isn't it-the blood of the dragon was taken by Dad? !!

Dad didn't come this time. Was he seriously hurt?

So can't come?

Yue Beibei was very sad and sad, her big eyes blinked, and she almost cried.

After Qi Luoer's soul fluttered, Yue Beibei distressed her mother and transferred all her hatred to her father.

Say nothing to forgive Yuewu.

Every time he saw Yuewu, he stretched a small face and ignored him. No one advises.

Every time he returns to practice, he will come here to accompany his mother

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