"Where can it be so easy to be infected by bacteria, I am not made of tofu, and the little flying insects in here should not be so lethal."

Having said that, Zhao Hao obediently took the ointment, opened the lid and applied it to his body a few times.

A cool smell permeated the passage, and Zhao Hao felt that her mind had become much clearer, and she squinted her eyes and applied the ointment to Meng Sen's arm.

"Let's apply a little bite, I'm unlucky enough to be bitten, and you don't get bitten either."

Shen Yisheng saw that there seemed to be a figure in front of him, but the distance was too far, so he couldn't see it very clearly, and it was vague.

"Zhao Hao,

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