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Divine Farmer did not reply. Zhurong laughed and fought to speak first, “Ha-ha! Brother Darryl, don’t worry. I
purposely looked for Divine Farmer for a drink to get him to cure your wife’s face.”
As he said that, Zhurong looked at Divine Farmer and said, “Divine Farmer, Brother Darryl has asked for your help.
Don’t hide it anymore; quickly show him the trick to cure his wife.”
At that moment, Darryl looked at Divine Farmer with expectation.
Lily, who was standing to the side, was trembling, and she was extremely emotional and desperate.
‘Will I be beautiful again?’
“This…” Divine Farmer took a deep breath and went silent for a while. He then slowly opened his mouth and said,
“The past few days, I have been treating her body and taking note of her face. An extremely poisonous martial
technique caused the damage to her face, technically it can be cured.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen Divine Farmer’s words took a turn, and he said with remorse, “However, the poison has stayed in her body for
too long. It has penetrated into her bones; medicine can no longer cure it completely.”
When Lily heard that, she was in despair. The anticipation she felt earlier disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Darryl also felt disappointed. It was as if someone just splashed a pail of cold water on him.
‘Even Divine Farmer doesn’t have a solution. Will Lily look like that her whole life?’
“How can that be?!” Zhurong furrowed his brows, thinking that he might have heard it wrong. He stared at Divine
Farmer with his eyes wide open. “You have tried all the herbs in the world, and your medical skills are the top in the
world. Can’t you cure a face? You must be kidding me.”
Divine Farmer looked frustrated as he smiled bitterly and said, “I wished I could cure her too, but as I said, the
poison was in her body for too long. For over ten years, it sunk deep into her bones. I don’t have any way to solve it.
Do you think I’m God?”
Zhurong was a blunt person and said, “That won’t do. You must find a way.”
Although Zhurong and Darryl did not spend too much time together, they formed a connection instantly.
In Zhurong’s heart, Darryl was his soulmate and his brother. Darryl’s problem was his problem.
At that moment, Zhurong opened his mouth again, and he was difficult as he said to Divine Farmer, “I don’t care! If
you don’t have a way to help cure my brother’s wife’s face, I will come to look for you for a drink every day and
bore you to death!”
When he heard that, Darryl wanted to cry, but he had no tears.
Darryl’s terrible mood was lifted when he saw what happened.
Zhurong was really funny, and Darryl was extremely touched.
‘It really is an honor to meet a big brother like Zhurong.’
Divine Farmer could not stand Zhurong’s nagging. He smiled bitterly and nodded his head. “Alright, alright. Let me
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfigure another way.”
Divine Farmer loved peace; he would hate it if Zhurong bothered him every day to drink wine.
As he spoke, Divine Farmer squeezed his brows and started to figure out another solution.
At that moment, his gaze landed on Chang Er. Divine Farmer’s eyes were shining as he figured out something in
that instant.
The next second, Divine Farmer said to Darryl excitedly, “I remember it now. There is something in the world that
can help your wife to get back her original face.”
“Please tell me, Sir. What is it?” Darryl was alert suddenly and enquired immediately.
‘As long as I can let Lily return to her original beauty, I will climb the knife mountain or go down to the sea of fire
without hesitation.’
Lily trembled too as she grabbed Darryl’s arms and her eyes shone with hope again.
“There is something called the Imaginative Image Pill; it was a godly pill Goddess Nuwa used to make the human
face when she was creating humans. From what I know, this pill ended up in Hou Yi’s hand. If I remembered
correctly, Hou Yi used this godly pill to gain Chang Er’s heart,” Divine Farmer said, smiling.
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