"Muscle Bergamot, where's it? Where is it...... How do you know I need this?!" Wen Ziming rushed over impatiently, snatched the small storage ring from Bookergood's hand, and reached into his hand for a while.

"I have to know this, who ...... that" Suddenly looking at Fan Lin, who was still unconscious on the bed, Bookergood didn't know what to call him for a while. According to the seniority of the Magic Association, he should call Fan Lin an adult, but he and Wen Ziming are old friends, so it is a little embarrassing at this time.

Ignoring Old Goode's embarrassed face, Wen Ziming groped intently, and finally touched a soft thing with his fingertips, and hurriedly took it out to take a look.

Seeing that he was holding an oval-shaped pale yellow fruit in his right hand, the epidermis around the fruit was pimpled, as if a hand was holding it, and his nose was full of the fragrance of the fruit, Wen Ziming couldn't help laughing.

"Old Goode, I still regretted letting you into the house just now, I didn't expect you to bring such a precious thing, hahaha......"

"You little ......" Bookergood was about to laugh and scold, but suddenly the grimace mask appeared in front of his eyes again, and he forcibly held back the words that came to his mouth, "Little ...... Little one, if you dare not let me in, believe it or not I will lift the roof of your little house for you!"

"Hehe," ignoring Bookergood's threat, Wen Ziming smiled, holding the muscle-growing bergamot fruit that exuded a ripe fragrance, and walked into the small room in the back in three steps and two steps, "I want to help this stinky boy grow two more arms, just lacking this main medicine, I didn't expect you to send ......"

watched him walk into the small room at the back, and then there was a sound of "ding ding" from inside, which should be dispensing. A smile appeared on the corner of Bookergood's mouth, and the heart that he had been carrying was also put down, he had long felt that this young man was not ordinary, I really didn't expect him to be that person, I thought that after changing back to that person, he would completely change, it seems that I thought too much, he still has that familiar smile......

Wen Ziming went to the back to dispense medicine, Fan Lin was lying on the bed unconscious, and Booker Goodgan was really bored sitting in the room. Looking around, there was only a bed and a table in this small wooden house of twenty or thirty square meters, and then there was this wooden mound under his buttocks, there were few things, and the room was very tidy, it seemed that he had carefully cleaned up when he planned to leave.

Just when Booker Goode was bored, Wen Ziming walked out with a bowl of black, viscous liquid, the liquid was still steaming, and when he got closer, he could clearly smell a strange smell in it.

"Is this medicine?" Bookergood, as the director of the library, usually knew a lot of knowledge, and when he saw such a bowl of things being served, he couldn't help frowning and said, "Don't you know how to boil medicine?

"Do you want to try it? It should work well, just your pimple face can be as smooth as a baby......'s skin," Wen Ziming put the bowl on the table and raised an eyebrow at Bookergood.

"Ao?" Bookergood looked at the bowl of things, and then at Wen Ziming, "Do you just eat it directly?"

"Eat?" Wen Ziming was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed, which made Bookergood full of surprise.

After laughing for a while, it was hard to hold back, Wen Ziming covered his stomach that was a little sore from laughing, and said, "Do you think this black thing is for eating?" Haha, this is for external use, muscle-building cream!"

"This is muscle-building cream?" Hearing this name, Booker Goode didn't care about Wen Ziming's ridicule, looked at the bowl of black medicine, and directly wanted to put his hand in. He'd heard of the name of the muscle-building cream for a long time, and it was said that it was also a miracle medicine that could make the flesh and bones of the living dead.

"Slow down, my bowl of medicine will be gone if your big hand goes in!" Wen Ziming looked at the big hand that was one size bigger than the bowl, and hurriedly stopped.

At last Bookergood wiped out a small half bowl of plaster with one finger and applied it to his old face, which was full of pitted pimples and ravines

As soon as the plaster was applied to the face, the black color on it magically began to fade, and in a blink of an eye, the black viscous paste had turned into a transparent liquid.

"Wow, do you have a mirror here?" Bookergood reached out and touched his still liquid face, his eyes widening as he felt as if he was no longer touching his old face on the surface of the moon, but the little face of a girl in his twenties and thirties.

"......" Wen Ziming pointed inside with his chin, indicating that there was a mirror in the room inside, and at the same time he was relieved. The first time I mixed this ointment, it seems that it really works, and I don't feel sorry for the precious medicinal materials before.

Thinking of this, Wen Ziming sat on the edge of the bed and carefully exposed the remaining half of Fan Lin's arm.

After Wen Ziming's treatment before, Fan Lin's remaining arm has become pale and pale, this is because Wen Ziming blocked his bloodlines to prevent his wounds from healing, so that the unhealed wounds can grow back and grow two new arms while letting go of the bloodlines while applying the medicine.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ziming took out a grass-green crystal stone, and there seemed to be a small sapling dancing in the wind in the middle of the crystal. This wood-attribute spar looks like a magic stone of excellent quality, and as soon as it is taken out, the room seems to be full of life.

Holding the crystal stone in his hand, Wen Ziming recited a spell, and the strongest healing forbidden spell magic "All Things Born" in the wood system was used. I saw a grass-green light mask appear, wrapping Fan Lin in it, and then a scent of grass and flowers came to my face.

As if feeling this fragrance, Bookergood, who had been admiring his soft skin in the room, poked his head out: "Do you need my help?"

"Come, help me apply ointment to his other arm...... Wen Ziming grabbed Fan Lin's right arm, carefully smeared the ointment little by little, and said without raising his head.

"Good!"

......

The two of them were sweating profusely with plaster, and finally smeared his entire arm with the muscle-growing ointment, and received the light mask of "all things", and the green spar that originally looked vibrant turned into fragments directly with a "bang".

Looking at the fragments on the ground, and looking up at the long beard that grew on Bookergood's smooth face because he had been in the aperture of "all things are born" for a long time, Wen Ziming laughed out loud, and laughed very happily.

Seeing him laugh suddenly, Bookergood looked confused, and habitually touched the beard under his chin, but found that the beard that had been refined when he came was actually hanging down to his chest, so he couldn't help laughing......

Three days have passed, Fan Lin can already walk on the ground, thanks to Wen Ziming in his collection to take out countless treasures, Fan Lin felt that he not only grew white arms, but also had dozens of catties of fat on his stomach, so he made up his mind that he could no longer lie down without such a pursuit. After he had just gotten used to the pair of newly grown white arms, Dugu Aotian's invitation arrived, inviting the two of them to the palace for a banquet tonight......