Qingyan was startled by his calm tone.

Logically speaking, a person who has been poisoned by an incurable poison should be so happy that he cannot restrain himself when he hears that there is an antidote...

Little did he know that Xia Liangyan's thoughts were all about Ling Yueming under the bed...

There is no free time to rejoice over a small piece of good news.

The medicine is just a medicine, not an antidote, but at least there is a glimmer of hope, right...

Seeing that Xia Liangyan didn't express her position, Qingyan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"Manjusala, to make a complete antidote, you need the petals of Manjusala and the 'angel wings'."

Angel Wings! Ling Yueming subconsciously touched the hidden pocket on his pants. After touching the sharp edges, he sighed with relief.

Fortunately, when he heard the gunshot, he subconsciously stuffed the angel wings into the absolutely concealed bag on his inner thigh.

But thank God this woman didn't take off his pants.

"Angel Wings..." Xia Liangyan, of course, has heard of that peerless gem that is considered the best.

I rubbed my temples with some distress, but I didn't expect that making the antidote to Manjusala would be so troublesome.

"Then that petal is?"

"Those are not ordinary Manjusara petals." Qingyan explained.

"It's the petals of the bloody mandala."

"color.."

It is equivalent to thousands of years of top quality Manjusara flower petals!

"…Is there any news about the petals?"

Qingyan raised her glasses, and her warm voice echoed in the empty room: "A long time ago, the bloody mandala was a complete bunch."

"But since it was excavated, it has been dismantled and auctioned off."

"I heard that each petal has the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life. But to make an antidote, a total of 7 petals are needed..."

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Chapter completed!