Ming'er quickly retreated. Qian Mumu watched his back as he left and smiled. He walked to the corner of the pharmacy. The knockout powder he noticed a few days ago was a first-class one. It was useless at that time, so he put it in his pocket. Then he found several herbs that he needed and put them away. He sat back in front of the table, quietly watching the changes in the liquid in the plate and diluted and merged bit by bit. In fact, she was nervous, but she could still retain her composure compared to Ming'er.
After a while, he returned. He brought two silver needles, both of which were black. When he saw the two needlewoods, he could not help but praise them for their cleverness.
"Princess." Qian Mu stretched out his hand and took the silver needle, which was suffused with black col
