I lay in the taxi, seemingly having not a single ounce of strength in my body.
Just now, I had used all my strength to climb into the taxi.
"It's a pity I didn't kill him." My eyes were filled with a cold glint.
For those who wanted to harm me, I would have no mercy, otherwise they might come back at any time.
"I never expected that the consumption of the Saintly Body Skill would be so huge. I must use it as little as possible in the future," I thought to myself.
The car finally arrived at the hotel.
After such a long journey, my strength still did not recover.
Out of helplessness, I asked the taxi driver to carry me to the bed.
Lying on the bed, I couldn't help feeling worried.
"I don't know if I can recover by tomorrow." I spoke gloomily.
The National Apothecary Summit would take place tomorrow. If my body could not recover by then, it would indeed be troublesome.
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On the other side.
After returning home, Jack Alcott fell into deep thought.
