After resting, Ah Qina gave Song Qinghui another needle.

It was a day when the heat was getting longer, and the sun was scorching everywhere as soon as it came out. But there was a soft blanket in the carriage, Song Qinghui was still shivering with cold, she wrapped her cloak tightly, her lips were still pale from the cold, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were cold from ice and snow.

Ah Qina took the last stitch, and a strange sound was recited in his mouth, and a small silver-white snake ...... from him

Chapter 118 of "Eunuch Pet Zangjiao" One hundred and eighteen, the treatment of poison is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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