Hundred blades made Jou-chia feel more uncomfortable, but she looked better and better. Since autumn, Qixiao had been forcing himself to eat medicinal food, saying that it was medicinal food, but in fact it was all tonic soup, such as old ginseng stewed chicken, Poria cocos ten treasures soup, eel and wolfberry porridge. He could not count the number of hundreds of blades, and he had to drink...