The life of the sword

"You demon!"

Mo Xiaochuan's entire body trembled. He hurriedly picked up the bottle and found some paste-like substance inside. Without a second thought, he started to apply it on his back and knees.

He couldn't see his back, but the White bones on his knees were already exposed. When his hands touched the White bones, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. Fortunately, he couldn't feel his lower body, so even if his hands touched the bones, he didn't feel any pain.

"Eh?"

He suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise. After applying the medicinal paste, he began to feel his broken bones. Even his knees were growing back at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were actually about to recover.

"Spirit herb, this must be a spirit herb!"

Mo Xiaochuan was overjoyed. He immediately jumped up from the ground in joy.