The window was ajar, fresh air entered, the air circulated, the stuffy air in the room also became refreshing, Shen Qingjiu who was sleeping seemed to be much more comfortable under the effect of the drug, his frowning brows were stretched, and the sweat on his face was carefully wiped clean by Shao Siyu, and he did not continue to sweat.

The little fox still looked at him with disdain, and said, "How can you be the same as Bai Ruyu's daredevil, it's just a cold, and it's not a serious illness that kills people, is it necessary to be nervous like this?" ”

Shao Siyu said softly: "Uncle Shen also had the same symptoms, he was lying on the bed and unconscious......

Chapter Seventy-Three of "Persona of the Demon Capital" The years are quiet and good, I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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