ang, standing beside them, took the lucky grass from Xiao Yu's song and examined it carefully. He exclaimed in surprise: "It is indeed lucky grass! There is hope for the madam's illness. Lucky grass...f my power at all. " 。 。I can 。Xiao Yu's song struggled to sit up, her wound splitting open, blood flowing continuously. She pulled out a silver needle and quickly sealed the acupuncture points around...