Biyun and the First Mage were separated, Biyun had an extra bottle of ointment in her hand, and her face became very gloomy.

"Miss, I've got the medicine." Biyun would be very happy and handed over the medicine he had taken from the First Mage to Hua Rong.

"So fast, Biyun, you're really getting faster and faster now." Originally, the two of them were still wearing silk scarves to each other, and they wiped the unpleasantness just now from their heads, and they were also very happy to see Biyun, the little girl, and Hua Rong became more and more happy.

"Miss, are you disgusted that I don't do things quickly enough?" At this time, Biyun seemed to be a different person, and he was full of confidence when he spoke.

"Oh, I'm just saying it casually, when did you become so sharp-tongued?" Hua Rong didn't expect Biyun to talk to herself like this, and the submissive little girl in the past has become a little different now.

"Miss, don't make fun of the slave." Biyun also felt that what he just said was a little presumptuous, so he begged for mercy and said to Hua Rong.

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't worry about you." Hua Rong took Biyun's medicine and said to Biyun.

Ziye on the side, although she had just competed with Hua Rong for the silk scarf, her mood was half better, but the appearance of Biyun reminded her of that incident again, and her mood was naturally a little low.

"Sister, why are you unhappy again, it was okay just now, don't think about the past now, just look forward." Hua Rong will be like a big sister enlightening and comforting Ziye.

"Sister Huarong, I don't have anything, just a little sentimentality." Zi Yeqiang cheered up and said with a smile at Hua Rong.

"Well, this is the medicine that Biyun brought you from the first mage, I don't know what the effect of this medicine looks like, but I will definitely help the wound on your face." Hua Rong took out the small bottle of medicine in her hand very proudly and dangled in front of this.

"Sister Huarong, I said it all, don't be so troublesome, this will be fine in a while, no matter how good the medicine is, isn't it a waste to use it on me?" Zi Ye always had some scruples about the first mage, and when he remembered that Naye Maha fell in front of him in an instant, Zi Ye felt that the first mage was not easy to mess with.

"Miss Leng'er, you can use it, I went to ask for this, ordinary people, the first mage will not pay attention to it." Seeing that Zi Ye ignored the medicine and rejected it a little, a trace of worry flashed in Bi Yun's eyes, if Zi Ye didn't use it, wouldn't he be busy in vain?

"Sister, you can give it a try, if it doesn't work, we won't need it in the future, anyway, let's be a dead horse and a live horse doctor now." What Hua Rong said was also for the good of Zi Ye, although it was a little unpleasant.

"Miss, you are wrong, now you can only pray that this medicine is useful, and Miss Leng'er is not dead." When he said these words, Biyun's eyes kept wandering around Ziye's body.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Hua Rong also realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she was embarrassed to correct it.