Chapter 541 What do you want?

Lan Xiuhe's face was miserable gray, stood there motionless, Lin Peizhi's hand was still pinching the needle that was inserted in Gu Nianbin's arm, but he no longer had half the strength to beat the potion into it, and his legs went limp, and he sat on his butt on the ground, and the needle followed him and fell, landing on the floor, with a crisp clang. Gu Nianbin opened a pair of sleepless eyes, "What do you want?"