The pills were poured into the jade urn and collided with the walls of the urn, and the sound was crisp, like black and white chess pieces colliding with each other. On a light snowy day, Jingzhao was cold to the bones before the freezing snow began, and the comet stood in the corridor in red, the breeze gently caressed the hanging curtains in the corridor, and the bell rang clearly. Mo Yi walked out of the hall behind him, shook the urn containing the pill, and reached behind him and handed it to him.

"That's a week's worth of it." Then he took two from there and put them in the palm of his hand, "Two at a time." "

It was the first time he heard Mo Wei talking to himself so coldly, and he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that I am really dying, and I am so lucky to hear you talk like this in my life."

Mo couldn't bear to look at his pale and weak appearance, and turned his head

Chapter 41 The Rumors Are Playing in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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