"I can't believe brother Feng's medicine making method. It's really..." Tang Jing carries a bowl of white boiling powder, but he doesn't know it's a poison. He is also very sorry for the test.

Tang Jing doesn't really doubt the windmill. After all, this guy has been hiding well. The most important thing is to find tens of millions of pills. The only one that really let Tang Jing see the effect is the ancient pill sent by the windmill.

"it doesn't matter. Sister Jing is right. Even if it's me, it's hard to miss." With a smile on its face, the windmill behaves like a humble gentleman, but it...