บท 275: Mystic Effect of A Super Potion

"Qian Jin, come to my place after leaving the stupid donkey."

Eulalia’s words smashed Qian Jin’s hopes. He felt a chill rushing into his head through the spine as the torment of Eulalia was there to be.

"It was a level 2 bone injuries at first, but now I’m afraid it was aggravated to level 4." Adams found a bottle of ointment as well as a bottle of potion from his collection. "How dare you fight with others twice when your injuries hadn’t recovered? In case you continued fighting several times, you needn’t ask me for treatment but can instead directly retire as a warrior and work as a blacksmith just like Blake."

"Retire?" Qian Jin raised his brows. "Uncle Blade? So you mean Uncle Blake wasn’t a blacksmith in the past, but a warrior?"

The hands of Adams grasping the medicine bottle were frozen for a second and then a gloomy look flashed through his face. "Really? Did I say that? Blake has been a blacksmith from the very beginning."