Chen Yu transmitted his voice.
After finishing his words, he took out a small bottle of Heavenly Bamboo Shoot Liquid and handed it to Chang Xuan.
This small bottle of Heavenly Bamboo Shoot Liquid was enough for two or three doses; at critical moments, it could not only save one's life but even turn the tide of battle.
Indeed, this liquid was very suitable for Chang Xuan.
"Junior Brother Chen, the Heavenly Bamboo Shoot Liquid is too precious. I will remember this favor, brother," Chang Xuan said.
Chang Xuan did not refuse and solemnly took the bottle of Heavenly Bamboo Shoot Liquid.
With this liquid in hand, he was confident that in the Blood Burial Garden, as long as he did not encounter a powerhouse of Mei Changqing's caliber, there was nothing to fear from anyone else.
Chen Yu smiled and said no more.
What he was waiting for was exactly these words from Chang Xuan.
