He didn't believe it; he simply didn't believe it.
Qiyue wasn't flustered. Her little face drooped, her little mouth pursed, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Waaah, Seventh Senior Brother, I was really wrong. Don't you really forgive me?"
She spoke haltingly, and a tear fell down her cheek.
Seeing that Qiyue was really crying, Yun Huai panicked: "Believe me, believe me! I believe you, okay? Look, these are the failed pills I've refined these past few days... Eh?"
Before Yun Huai could finish speaking, his junior sister, who had been crying just moments before, raised her hand and neatly wiped away her tears. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand and snatched it away.
He was secretly quite arrogant.
Give it to me!
But she smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
Yun Huai looked utterly exhausted. Ha, if he couldn't hear her inner thoughts, he would have believed it.
You little liar!
However, he was still quite pleased. He patted Qiyue's head and said in a gentle and concerned voice, "Be careful when using it. It's not stable yet, so don't hurt yourself."
"Mmm!" Qiyue nodded obediently, looked at the bombs in the small porcelain bottle. There were ten in total, and it was clear that they had worked very hard to make them.
Seeing the slight weariness in Yun Huai's eyes, Qi Yue understood that he must have worked very hard these days for this pill. She put the small porcelain bottle into her spatial ring, took out several spirit-gathering talismans and stuck one on Yun Huai's forehead, cheek, and chin.
Before Yun Huai could react, he felt the pure spiritual energy surging from all directions sweep away his fatigue and weariness.
His eyes lit up as he thought of his fourth senior brother's recent resentful expression, and suddenly he felt less sad. After all, he wasn't the only one who had suffered a blow. Seeing his fourth senior brother's distress made him feel much better.
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