Chương 393: Exile [II]

Thereafter, fatty couldn't help but take back the prayer beads and examine them carefully! And repeatedly sighed: "Oh! I wish I had known this magical effect, what a pity, what a pity!"

Wang Wei couldn't help wondering: "Fatty man, what's wrong with you again? What's the pity?"

Fatty couldn't help shaking his head and sighed when he heard the words: "Oh! Just now, in order to detoxify Sister Menghan and Yueyue, I mutilated my own wrists and fed them my precious blood to wake them up! If I had known, I would have worked so hard. Why? Just stuff the treasures on them into their mouths!"

When Bu Yueyue heard these words, she immediately spit out the drink from her mouth and retched for a long time! Then he grabbed the bone on the ground and smashed it at fatty, and at the same time scolded: "Fatty man, you dare to drink your dirty blood for me! See if I don't turn you into a roast pig!"