As soon as Shen Yanxiao finished speaking, she immediately swung the knife on her white wrist and slashed it open.
In an instant, hot blood spurted out and splashed all over the white-bearded dwarf.
The white-bearded dwarf was completely stunned. He did not expect that Shen Yanxiao would use such a radical method to apply for the effect of the potion.
"You... why are you doing this? Stop the bleeding quickly!" The white-bearded dwarf panicked.
However, Shen Yanxiao did not panic, put away the dagger, picked up a bottle of recovery potion and drank it in one gulp.
In the blink of an eye, the bone-deep knife wound on Shen Yanxiao's wrist stopped bleeding right under the white-bearded dwarf's nose, and was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This... how is this possible..." The white-bearded dwarf rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Shen Yanxiao's blood was still stuck on his body. What just happened was definitely not a dream!
But what happened in front of him made it difficult for the white-bearded dwarf to believe that such a deep wound could heal in such a short period of time. This was completely beyond his understanding of potions.
"Do you believe it now?" Shen Yanxiao smiled and narrowed her eyes. She spent a lot of money this time and even hurt herself!
If Xiu hadn't said these things were useful, there would be no need for her to work so hard.
"I believe you! Little guy, I thought I, an old man, had a stubborn temper. I didn't expect to meet you today, a little guy who is even more stubborn than me. Will this knife not hurt me? You... ..." The white-bearded dwarf looked at Shen Yanxiao dumbfounded. In the eyes of others, he would even risk his own life for a pile of junk. This is really crazy.
"Sell me something?" Shen Yanxiao said with a smile.
"Sell! I have accepted these potions, and these things belong to you." The white-bearded dwarf also laughed. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this little guy Shen Yanxiao was to his liking.
He has been selling these things here for several years. During this period, many curious dwarves came to inquire. However, after they found out the price, they either sneered at him or called him a rip-off. No one has ever actually paid for it. Come and buy.
The white-bearded dwarf packed up everything on the stall and handed it to Shen Yanxiao.
"Little guy, what's your name? I've never met such an interesting kid like you in this market before."
Shen Yanxiao thought for a moment and said, "My name is Mo Moxiao."
"Oh? Are they from the Momo tribe?" The white-bearded dwarf guessed the tribe to which Shen Yanxiao belonged.
"Yes."
"These potions of yours are..." Although the white-bearded dwarf did not know the true purity of these potions, just by looking at the effects, he knew that these potions were definitely not something that ordinary pharmacists could make.
The Momo tribe is a little-known ethnic group. How could there be a powerful pharmacist who can make such a potion?
Shen Yanxiao naturally knew how abnormal the master-level potions she took out were for dwarves, so she made up an explanation early on.
"These potions were made by my master." She wasn't completely lying. The formula for this potion was originally created by Ye Qing.
"Then your master is also from the Momo tribe? What is his name?" the white-bearded dwarf asked impatiently.
"My master...has no name. He taught me how to prepare potions, and after giving me these potions, he left." Shen Yanxiao's tone was very sincere.