Wang Mang listened to Mo Lan's rightful retort, his face was angry, and the veins on his fists were suddenly protruding because of too much force,

he was very pale, and his face became as white as a corpse, "Mo LAN! I've just had a big fight, and I haven't recovered yet. Why don't you tell me if you want to draw my blood? "

The Mo LAN silently glanced at him one eye, light way: "you don't worry, won't die, we a glory and common prosperity, a loss, you died I also can't live, of course now draw blood most let you collapse for a while!"

Wang Mang's anger seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, and his whole body felt powerless.

with a sigh of sadness, he simply sat on the bed, took out two bottles of recovery medicine and kept pouring them. What could he do if he let Mo LAN draw blood? Is it hard to kill her?

Fortunately, although Mo LAN has a bad temper, his work efficiency is still very high. The white ball, which is the size of a ping-pong ball and is mixed with mottled blood lines, is finally condensed into shape!

Wang Mang raised his hand and held the white pill carefully in his palm. After Mo LAN finished the task, he also yawned humanely. With a flash of golden light, he suddenly moved to sleep in the insect pattern!

Wang Mang, holding the white pill in his hand, looked at the xuanhu lying on the hospital bed, breathing shortly,

because of the damage to his internal organs, the Yaowang xuanhu's breathing voice was quite violent, and his big mouth with tusks was half open, as if he was greedily swallowing the air. The snoring became louder and louder. Wang Mang narrowed his eyes and came to his side.

Wang Mang opened his mouth with one hand and grabbed his cheeks. The opening range of his big mouth became a little exaggerated because of the external force.

Wang Mang, regardless of the others, held the white pill in his other hand and put it directly into his throat. Then a bottle full of recovery medicine was pulled open, and the white pill was poured into xuanhu's stomach!

"Roar!" Xuanhu, who was still in a coma, closed his eyes tightly. His seriously injured body turned over hard. A low roar of pain came from his throat subconsciously.

Wang Mang's amazing feeling is like a detector, which clearly perceives xuanhu's physical condition at the moment. The white pill that enters his stomach shrinks instantly, and turns into a thick energy that penetrates into xuanhu's muscles and veins.

when Wang Mang sees the big stream of the white pill's energy flowing into the tiger's head, the corner of his mouth can't help rising slightly, and the plan succeeds!

One day and one night passed by in a flash, the ferocious tiger head was growing in the empty ward, and the thin xuanhu slowly opened his eyes,

at dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun was shining along the window glass on the snow-white quilt on his body, and he looked at it blankly, and his brain couldn't react.

"Where is this..." It struggled to sit up, leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the empty room. There were two beds and a plate of fruit on the bedside table. There was a faint pungent smell in the air, but it seemed that it was the white cloth wrapped around it.

"Does this cloth hold bones?" Xuanhu said to himself, and immediately scratched his head. He couldn't figure it out. When he woke up, he would appear here!

"Human things! Did Wang Mang save me? " His thick hands stroked the bandage on his chest, and the most unacceptable idea suddenly appeared in his mind. It seemed that it was really like this!