Almost Recovered

He never expected him to be so weak!

A few punches were not only enough to make him cry for his parents but also nearly kill him?

"It's fine, it's fine. Let's give him one medicine pill to wake him up."

Xiang Qiyan took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into Ming Fucheng's mouth.

"Although the supreme-level Soul Revival Pill can't revive the dead, it can heal physical injuries rapidly. Let's wait for now and resume hitting him later," he said.

"How many of these pills do you have? Do you have more?" Zhan Beiye asked immediately.

Xiang Qiyan looked at him and asked, "Why do you want them?"

Nothing good would come out of this. Why was he asking him?

Smiling, Zhan Beiye looked at Xiang Qiyan and replied, "Look at how petty you are. I just think this guy deserves a beating. Besides, have you hit him enough?"

"Let's feed him a few more Soul Revival Pills and beat him up a few more times."