Chapter 740, Hair Style Problem_1

"Brother Xiu Yan, crack open this jar a bit." Ji Nuan held a small leaf package in her hand, wearing the Snake Slough Gloves that Xiu Yan had swiped from the Three Brothers in the Ya Li cliffs.

She took out a small wooden spoon, carefully scraped a bit of powder, and sprinkled it into the porcelain jar.

Then she quickly motioned for Xiu Yan to cover the jar, even taking a porcelain plate to cautiously cover it: "We'll wait. Once it stops moving, we can open it and take a look."

Watching her carefully remove her gloves, Xiu Yan asked with a smile, "Sharp Tooth Grass Powder or Fire Seed Fruit?"

Ji Nuan chuckled as she blinked, "It's easier to do things once it's anaesthetized."

"Anaesthetized?" Xiu Yan tilted his head slightly; his silver hair cascaded down, draped over his shoulder. His usually stoic face looked a bit puzzled.

Nuannuan always said things that he, as a beast, couldn't understand.