C249 Deacon Bi's Conflict

But Wen Yuan's heart wasn't weak. It was just for a while. He reacted. He pulled his right hand into his pocket and took out two porcelain bottles with wooden plugs. Then, he quickly pulled out the stopper. Then, he took out the light blue, oil-like liquid from the bottle. He poured it into his hand. And a transparent glove as thin as a cicada's wing.

Then