Forge Master, Flame Demon, and Forge Grand-master
Dịch giả: BigDonnyDon Biên tập viên: EbonyFrost
Fanta Kunge hesitated for less than a second and said, "Let me have two sips."
"I'll have three sips." Cech Flet replied in a simple and direct way.
"Thus I will take four sips!" Duren Burg raised his voice as if they were in a competition to be the loudest one.
"Then I will have five sips!"
"Give me six sips then!"
Qian Jin looked at these three people speechlessly, wondering whether they had been tortured for so long that they had to compete with each other over taking medicine.
A pot of potion was quickly finished by these three scrambling warriors, after which each of them had their bellies bulge. Qian Jin smeared the dregs on their fractured bones, saying that, "Are you little kids? Why do you vie for the potion? Fortunately, this potion carries no side effects."