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Longqi suppressed his smile and filled the medicine bowls for Qiao Chu and the others under the instructions of Jun Wuxie. Looking at the dark soup, the faces of the few people were even worse than before taking the medicine.

Even if it is a magic pill, it tastes...

Can they choose to continue being so sick?

Obviously, the answer is no.

Several young men, with the determination of a hero who cut off their arms, picked up the medicine and became stuffy.

After eating this bowl, they really realized what life is worse than death.

Feiyan couldn't help it and lay down beside the bed and started to retching. The smell in his mouth made him want to die if he smelled it.

The tears of retching came out, and Feiyan felt that he was about to die.

Qiao Chu's situation was not much better, and he was holding his energy, but his face turned red.

Hua Yao, Rong Ruo and Fan Zhuo are better, but from their tightly pursed lips, it is not difficult to see that they are trying their best to endure it.

Unfortunately, the "torture" was not over yet. After the second bowl was eaten, Longqi brought the medicine pot to them again.

Qiao Chu looked at Longqi with anger, "Brother Longqi, are you sure there is still in this pot?" Can't you tell that they are almost dead? Can you have some humanistic concerns?

Longqi looked at Qiao Chu with a serious face and said righteously: "Miss ordered people to prepare seven servings according to the amount of you five." So, after drinking one or two bowls, even if he wanted to pretend that the pot was empty, I was afraid that Jun Wuxie would not believe it.

"Qian...Qianfen..." Qiao Chu widened his eyes and looked at Longqi in disbelief. He couldn't believe what kind of number he heard.

The other people's faces were also as white as insects.

"You will take this medicine every day in the future." Jun Wuxie spoke again, leaving behind a message that completely messed up Qiao Chu and others.

In an instant, all the five teenagers were petrified.

I have to drink every day...

"I...I'm dizzy...I'll sleep for a while." Feiyan hurriedly arched into the quilt, determined to pretend to be dead.

"Yes, Longqi, keep the portion of Feiyan and give him a hot drink at night." Jun Wuxie could not let him escape.

The non-smoke wrapped in the quilt shook.

Fan Zhuo is the one who accepts his fate the most. He may have been used to drinking medicine. Although the taste of this medicine is difficult to swallow, he has already learned to numb his taste when drinking medicine. He drank it in one bowl and asked Longqi to fill it up quickly, and finished the remaining bowls in one breath.

After the Qibian Decoction Medicine was eaten, Fan Zhuo immediately regretted it. The Qibian Decoction Medicine directly filled his stomach, so that the decoction medicine had hit his throat. The smell was lingering, and Fan Zhuo was completely desperate.

Under Jun Wuxie's gaze, Qiao Chu and his friends could only accept their fate and finished all the medicine. After drinking, they all lay on the bed half-deadly as if they had a serious illness.
Chapter completed!