Two hours ago.

Fei Simiao held a hot tea in both hands, and opposite the kang table was the Lich Lord who was still wrapped in a black cloak. He couldn't cross his knees, so he sat on the edge of the kang with his feet hanging down, his calves twitching as if he had malaria. This is the standard room in the inn, and it is not very delicate to talk about the furnishings, but the comfort is enough. However, Fei Si trembled, and only felt that the cushion under his ass was not full of silk at all, but a felt woven from thousands of needles stacked together, and the tips of the needles were pointing upward, and he wanted to jump up and run away at any time.

But he had no chance of escaping.

"Teacher...... You say, drink this bowl of tea...... Am I going to never wake up again......" He resisted his instinct to drop the tea bowl,

Chapter 69 of the Sanqitang Medical Records Book (Liu Mulang · 6) Hand hit, please wait a moment,

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