Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and during this time, I was very restless, and the fox charm around my neck gradually took effect, making my consciousness a little drowsy.

And Zhao Hui is even more bleak, he seriously underestimated the impact of the fox curse, and he would be irritable and unable to sleep every night, but fortunately, I made a health soup, which nourished his internal injuries and soul to a certain extent.

During this period, I also called Lin Zhihan and Liao Yong to ask him......

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