In the huge bedroom, a man was sitting on the bed, staring fixedly at the round pill in his hand.
The bedroom was lavishly decorated: from the floor to the wallpaper, then the craftsmanship of the furniture, and even the little trinkets used as ornaments, everything screamed one word—"exquisite."
It was obvious the owner of this bedroom was loaded.
And the man sitting on the bed had been holding this posture for a full twenty minutes.
If not for the slight movements he occasionally made, he would really be no different from a lifelike statue…
If Xiao Feng were here right now, he would definitely recognize it.
The pill in the man's hand was the Original Heart Pill made by him.
And the man holding the Original Heart Pill was, of course, Wei Jianhua.
After another long while, a fierce light flashed in Wei Jianhua's eyes as he said loudly, "Instead of living like this, all weak and useless, I might as well just try it. If it works, great. If it kills me, that's a relief too!"
