After Han Fei had left, Zhang Liang was the only one remaining in the thatched hut. Mao Xue hopped out and said, "I didn't expect that Han Fei to be so smart."
"Miss Mao Xue?"
Zhang Liang raised his hand to rub his eyes, first in disbelief and then with a wry smile, "Have you come to laugh at me?"
"Of course not."
Mao Xue shook her head and took out a black pill from her Qiankun Bag; she placed it into Zhang Liang's mouth.
Zhang Liang didn't know what the pill was, but as soon as it entered his mouth, it released a fragrant aroma that made him swallow it involuntarily.
Instantly, he felt a warmth throughout his body, especially around his buttocks—it was tingling and numb as if thousands of mosquitoes were biting him.
"Ah~"
The moaning lasted for half an hour before Zhang Liang stopped shouting, and then he was surprised to find that the wound on his buttocks had healed and his strength had increased slightly.
