As he said that, he took out a pill from his arms and placed it in front of Song He. "Young Master Song, as long as you take this pill, you will be able to recover from your injuries in no time in an incense stick!"

This pill was asked by Xiao Yang from Qinghe before. Qinghe was injured by Tulimu in the barbarian tribe. The injury was much worse than Song He in front of him. However, the pill he took was healed. Seeing that the pill was of amazing effect, Xiao Yang asked a few pills from Qinghe to take in case of emergency.

"Can this pill really be like you said?"

Song He looked cautious and alert, staring at Xiao Yang with a good look. Even after Xiao Yang said so many things, he still couldn't let go of Xiao Yang and was always on guard.

"Since Mr. Song doesn't believe it, then just don't eat it!"

Xiao Yang pretended to be angry and thought to himself that Song He was really suspicious and too suspicious, but he hurt himself. After hearing this, Song He was still suspicious, and his eyes looked at the pill on the table in front of him in detail. After a long time, he slowly picked up the pill and put it into his mouth. Then he swallowed the pill with great difficulty.

"I haven't seen my injury improve?"

Song He touched his chest, and was still in great pain, and asked with anger.

Xiao Yang couldn't help but sneer, "Young Master Song, even if this pill is a magic pill, it won't work so quickly. You should wait patiently for a moment!"

Song He said with disdain, "If this pill has no effect at all, I will let someone drive you out of here!"

At this time, he seemed to have forgotten everything that the burly woman had told her before, and he did not have any respect for Xiao Yang's words.

Xiao Yang couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Mr. Song, since I can promise you, this pill will definitely work, so you can wait patiently for a moment!"

After a few breaths, Song He felt an extremely warm wave of air flowing slowly along his meridians, as if he was soaking in a hot spring. He could clearly feel the broken meridians on his chest and their rapid speed healing. He tried to move his arms, and the previous pain that had been ripped with heart-wrenching pain had gradually eased, and a smile appeared on his face.

"This pill is really effective!"

After Song He said this, he took the wine in front of him without hesitation, drank it all, and said, "I'm afraid it's been treasured for thousands of years, and it won't be brewing such a sweet taste!"

"Mr. Song really knows wine! It seems that drinking this wine is much more useful than wasting others!"

Xiao Yang said flatteringly, after all, he would have something to ask from Song He's mouth later.

After he said something, he filled a glass of wine for Song He and raised his own wine, "Young Master Song, this is the first time you and I sit together and drink. I think it will never be the last time, so you and I will let go of it. If the wine is not enough, I will send it to you again!"

Song He glanced at the three jars of wine in front of him, and then a little contempt appeared in his eyebrows and eyes, "But this little wine is not enough for me to stuff my teeth. You should send someone to send some as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!