Back in Fan Bulun's laboratory, Di Qi was still lying stiffly on a lab bed, looking like a corpse about to be dissected.
The only difference was that he was still wearing clothes.
People pretending to be corpses were generally naked.
Everyone gathered around Di Qi and looked at the poor kid.
Wang Teng took out the Liuwei Dihuang Pills... uh, no, the Profound Yang Soul Return Pill, roughly pried open his mouth, and inserted... stuffed it into his mouth.
"..." Everyone.
"???" Olia.
"Brother Wang Teng, are you really good friends?"
"Doesn't it look like it?" Wang Teng froze and asked.
"..." Olia.
Like hell you are, bastard. Are you treating him like your actual brother?
And with such a rough technique, anyone who didn't know better would think you were trying to murder him.
"Don't fuss over little details. If we weren't good friends, why would I put so much effort into refining the Profound Yang Soul Return Pill to save him? I'm a Pill Dao Grandmaster, after all. If I make a move, I ought to charge at least several billion, maybe tens of billions, in labor fees," Wang Teng said with a chuckle.
"You can explain that to older male cousin Di Qi yourself. I recorded what you just did with my Smart Wristwatch," Olia said slyly.
"Fuck!" Wang Teng accidentally blurted out a curse.
This girl really was too clever. He had fallen for her trap without even realizing it.
"Scared now?" Olia said with a grin. "Hurry up and bribe me. Refine a hundred or eighty Great Grandmaster Level pills for me, and I'll delete it."
"..."
Everyone stared at Olia as if they had seen a ghost, as though a devil's tail were quietly emerging from behind her.
Who would have thought this