She sniffed hard, her face suddenly turned pale, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and she looked at him in disbelief, "Do you use Yinxiang San?"

Xuanyuan Wuheng's eyes darkened and he didn't reply. He just stretched out his hand to pick up the bottle. He had no choice because he was really in pain.

If Yinxiang San didn't use Yinxiang San to relieve the pain, he would probably make him so painful.

Yuan Xiaofan quickly bent down, took the lead, grabbed the small porcelain bottle, and shouted loudly: "This is poison, you will lose your life if you use this."

Yinxiang San is an extremely domineering poison that Wuheng refines himself. It can relieve pain but is very toxic, and it is easy to get addicted.

Yinxiang San has a magical healing effect for people with severe injuries. After taking it, the injured can recover from his body in a very short time, and it will be in a better state than usual. However, once the medicine is over, the toxicity will retaliate against the body.

People who take medicine are easily addicted even if they are not a regular day, and they will suffer great pain later.

Suffocation at any time, leading to heart failure.

Xuanyuan Wuheng frowned, looked up at her, slowly stretched out his hand, and whispered: "Xiaofan, give me Yinxiang sprinkle... cough cough..."

After saying that, he let out a heavy cough again.

Yuan Xiaofan's eyes were filled with sadness, he shook his head in anger, and said with a firm look on his face: "No!"

Xuanyuan Wuheng lifted his eyelids weakly, sighed, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Mo Ran's long hair was also a little messy, and blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth. His pale face gave people the feeling that he would die at any time.

He tried hard to stabilize his breath and try his best to make himself say the whole thing, "Xiaofan, give it to me, otherwise my body would not be able to hold on. In this way, we would not be able to leave Xuegu."

Yuan Xiaofan looked at his face and felt uncomfortable. He held the small porcelain bottle tightly in his hand and pinched his nails deeply into his flesh. Without knowing it, she gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Wuheng, I can't give it to you. You are no different from chronic suicide."

Xuanyuan Wuheng's eyes became a little messy, and he said calmly: "Xiaofan, give it to me quickly. I will pay attention to the weight, not the excess."

Yuan Xiaofan's eyes were firm and he looked at him blankly and said, "No, I can't give it to you."

Before Xuanyuan Wuheng could say something, she reached out and threw it out hard. The small porcelain bottle was broken and the potion inside was spilled all over the floor.

She knew very well that if he had been using this Yinxiang Powder, he would die faster, no matter how painful it was, or it would be better than death.

Xuanyuan Wuheng was stunned, staring at the potion sprinkled all over the floor with his eyes blanket, "Xiaofan, I must recover as soon as possible, otherwise Luo Feng and Miao Ning will not be able to take two of them up and cannot afford it. There are still many people guarding Xuegu Yading. We must hurry before noon and use their power to return to Yading. Now there is not much time left, how can you be so willful?"

The martial arts masters he invited could last for an hour or two at most, and time was very tight.

I originally planned to take her up after I found her, but I didn't expect that such a change would happen.

Luo Feng and Qu Miaoning stood aside and watched, feeling very conflicted, not knowing whether they should let their master take Yinxiang Powder.

They also knew very well about the consequences of taking Yinxiang Powder.
Chapter completed!