chapter 245 Eight Needles for Rejuvenating Yang

This bowl of flower juice is so scary!

Looks like poison!

The words haven't been finished yet.

Han Lao interrupted with a stern voice, "Drink! I'm not afraid of bullets and rain of gunfire, so how can I be afraid of a bowl of medicine? Feed me!"

Han Pengcheng looked outside the door and prepared to feed the medicine.

Just at this moment.

"You can't drink it!"

Suddenly there was a roar outside the door.

Then an old man wearing...