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"The holy medicine must taste good."

Du Xiaogui's saliva was almost flowing out, he already had no idea what the holy medicine tasted like.

"As expected, something went wrong here." Du Shaomu had been silent the whole time, looking around everywhere as if searching for something.

"What did you say?" Du Xiaogui heard Du Shaomu's mutter.

"Nothing."

Du Shaomu shook his head