Finally, Mu Fan left.
The two walked side by side, and at this moment, their graceful backs almost made Miller give his blessing, only to follow with clenched teeth, punching the ground repeatedly.
"Make you a good person!"
"Good person!"
"Good, your sister!"
Miller was in tears.
At this moment, the trauma to his soul far exceeded the physical harm Orsde had caused him earlier.
What should have been a beautiful romance was mercilessly cut short.
Miller bit open the wooden cork of the reagent, pouring it directly into his mouth.
"A bit bitter... Why don't I feel anything?"
"Hmm, there's a burning sensation in my stomach now, is it starting to heal?"
"No... my stomach hurts."
Miller's face turned slightly pale as he picked up the second Bai's Medicine, carefully observing it.
"The base is a self-injection needle, please remove the protective ring before use..."
At that moment, Mr. Miller, the handsome eldest son of Grand Duke Alfred, had an extremely colorful expression.
