"Without the Vigor Pill, you will always be tormented by the danger of a psychotic break!"
Darryl seemed gloomy, but his eyes flashed with a sneer. 'F*ck you! You tortured me and yet had the cheek to ask for a Vigor Pill? Dream on!'
Sonya convulsed, and she immediately froze!
Then, she bit her lips and glared at Darryl. "Do you still have the Vigor Pill with you? Take it out quickly! I'll break your meridians and skin you alive if you dare to trick me again!"
"No more!" Darryl smiled calmly. "I only had one!"
Sonya's eyes reddened; she looked so angry as if her eyes could spit fire like a volcano's eruption. Then, calmly continued Darryl. "I don't have more, but I can always refine one!"
'What?'
Sonya was stunned again. She stared blankly at Darryl; she thought her ears had tricked her.
'Can he really refine a Vigor Pill?'
The method to refine the Vigor Pill had been long lost; most ancient books had only bits and pieces of the records, but Darryl brazenly claimed that he knew how to refine it.
Sonya wondered if he really knew how to do it or if he was only pulling her leg.
Sonya's expression changed; she was at a loss for words for a long time. Then, Darryl smiled. He felt ecstatic like he had exacted his revenge.
"Go and get me a porcelain jar!" Darryl was too lazy to say anything else, so he gave Sonya an order.
"What did you say?" Sonya reacted in disbelief. She scowled at Darryl.
Darryl had no right to boss a dignified Heaven Union Sect Master.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Perfect Husband, The Destined One