Upon seeing this, Duan Ye took the medicine and swallowed it: "Thank you."
"Feng Jiu, what good thing is that? I want it too." After Ning Lang helped the two of them to come over, he leaned forward and blinked at him, who was in a red dress and looked idle.
A few of them had wounds on their bodies and bleeds. He still looks like this since he came in, and there is no wound on his body. Even the clothes are as clean as ever. It's really better than people and dead people.
After hearing Ning Lang's words, several people looked at Feng Jiu with a flattering look like a puppy, and the corners of their mouths twitched.
Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked, "Want?"
"Yeah, I want it." Ning Lang grinned and nodded.
"It's okay if you want, you stabbed your stomach and I will give you one."
Upon hearing this, Ning Lang scratched his head and smirked: "Forget it, I still don't like getting hurt. It hurts a lot!"
"Okay, don't you hurry up and clean up the head and tail?" She gestured, and walked aside, leaning against the tree trunk without speaking.
"Okay, then you will stop."
As he said, he quickly cleaned up the rest of the matter, and after making sure that the evil cultivators hadn’t survived, he put away all the universe bags and everything on them, and returned to a few people in less than half a time. By your side.
"These evil cultivators must have robbed a lot of things. I took a look and found that there were a lot of things in Qiankun's bag." He said, dividing the things into several parts and handing them to several people, even Feng Jiu had a copy.
I don't know when it started, this is already the default rule, Feng Jiu did not refuse, and put the things away.
"Those people seem to be in a coma after taking Chinese medicine." Ning Lang looked at Feng Jiu and said, "I just tried it. I can't wake them up or pinch them. How can I wake them up?"
Feng Jiu should be aware of medications.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu moved his sleeves and handed out a bottle to him: "Put it in their nose and smell it and you will wake up naturally."
"it is good."
Ning Lang took it, and ran to the other side. First, he put the bottle under one of the people's breath. After a while, he saw that person wake up slowly.
"Wake up? Come, hand it over to them and smell it, and they will wake up too." He gestured with the bottle in his hand.
That person was exactly the strong Nasal Soul. At this time, he looked at the boy who was clearly dressed as a girl but was a boy voice. He nodded and took it to the snort of the people around him. After a while, he saw that People also regained consciousness.
"Telling this to everyone, it can relieve the medicine in the body." The Nascent Soul monk said, motioning to the person to take the bottle in his hand.
"Yes." The middle-aged man replied. After receiving the things, he paused for a while between the sniffs of those people, watching them wake up one by one.
"Thank you for saving me a few sons." The Yuan Ying monk said with his hands, bowed slightly to them, nodded and said.
While thanking him, his sharp eyes swept past the young people in front of him without a trace. He saw that the people who had fought with the evil cultivators were wounded, and some of them were sitting and resting under the tree. While others are standing.
When his gaze fell on Feng Jiu, who was dressed in red, he paused slightly. The boy in red hadn't appeared before, but it seemed that he was with these boys?
And the baby-faced teenager, remember that before they went into a coma, they saw the infinite power of the fireball technique he used...