C411 Miasma forest

"What do you think?" Facing Mu Qianxue's rhetorical question, Zhang Qiling didn't say anything more. He lowered his head and opened the thermos in his hand, pouring out a bowl of brown medicinal juice. "Before it's cold, quickly drink it."

Mu Qianxue caught it and felt the warmth seeping into her fingertips bit by bit along the walls of the bowl. At the same time, a familiar, stifling