"Sixth sibling, is there a way to cure this sterilizing scatter?"

Jun Qingxuan looked at Liangsheng with an eager face. She could be unable to give birth, but he could not be without an heir.

Liangsheng frowned, there is no antidote for sterilization powder, but ...

"Seven." Maybe Seven's blood works.

With a flash of silver light, a silver-colored meatball appeared in front of Ryou Sheng.

Seeing Little Seven, Jun Qingxuan's heart instantly had a glimmer of ...