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... with traditional Chinese medicine."
"Chinese... Chinese medicine? What kind of medicine?" Zhu Ming was tongue-tied, almost unable to speak clearly.
Chi Xinglan glanced at him: "What medicine can it be, the medicine of this season."
Zhu Ming was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
Xuan San's already gloomy face became even darker.
He directly pulled out the dagger that he carried with him, put his wrist on Fan Jinyun, gritted his teeth and ...
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