C66 Compound Row

Looking at the puddle of oil dripping onto the table, Ma Dong dipped his finger in it. It was extremely sticky, and it didn't freeze even after a long time.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ma Dong's mind. If this oil was applied to him, he might be able to connect his broken tendons together like a bone-linking grass.

He was a dead horse anyway, a living horse doctor. As he thought of this