The Apothecaryapos;s

"Am I honored to be addressing the esteemed Apothecary",With a sound, the dream's face was marked with a crimson palm print.,At this moment, Mengwu found himself powerless, slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the shattered potion beneath his feet. Before him stood a gorgeously dressed attendant, but her face was as sharp and cold as it could be.。