Han Moze looked at the hundreds of people on the ground and furrowed his brows, then immediately pulled out a jug of water.
"Ze, what are you going to do?" Liu Rushuang asked.
Han Moze smiled softly. "Shuang'er, I haven't told you before but my blood can cure a hundred types of poisons."
Stunned, Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows and asked, "Ze, how did you manage to do that?"
With his inner breath, Han Moze cut a line on his own wrist and allowed his blood to drip into the jug.
"I'll tell you in the future. I'm afraid it'd frighten you, if I told you right now," he said with a faint smile.
Liu Rushuang speechlessly grinned with even more curiosity. "Could it be because you took many kinds of antidotes?"
Han Moze had a wicked smile on his face. "It's because I took many types of poisons."
