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... ook it in person, brought it to Fu Shen, and said concisely, "Drink."

Fu Shen stared desperately at Bai Tang's decoction, with no luck.

Yan Xiaohan looked at him like that, and couldn't help crying and laughing, "Houye, if you don't have any legs, have you already been in the house now?"

"You go out for me," Fu Shen glared at Yan Xiaohan: "Okay, okay, don't hesitate, are you an old hen? Put the medicine there and I will drink it myself!"

Yan Xiaohan did not expect ...

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