Corpse Recovery Diver

Li Zhiyuan held up his soy milk bottle and toasted from afar: "Fire? You’re not worthy yet."

"Plunk..."

The White Crane Child, unable to wait for a talisman needle or any other method, left Lin Shuyou’s body. Lin Shuyou’s mask fell off, and then he fell to the ground, face down.

Tan Wenbin jogged over to help him up.

"Hey hey hey, Ah You, you still alive?"

Lin Shuyou opened his eyes weakly: "Brother Binbin..."

"Pah, my emotional preparation wasted once again."

While cursing, Tan Wenbin raised the other’s costume and saw that the mask mark on his stomach was still intact, which was a relief.

Lin Shuyou lifted his hand with difficulty: "Why... didn’t you use the needle..."

Tan Wenbin couldn’t answer this question.

Lin Shuyou continued: "Since it didn’t work... could you... give it to me..."

Like leftover food at a banquet, he wanted to take it home.