C749 Daffodil

"What on purpose?" Chen Mo looked at the furious face of the wutong, and was a little confused.

"That potion is like chili concoction, it's killing me." When Wutong spoke of this, he only felt that a certain part of his body was still scorching hot, as if he had been smeared with essential balm.

"The Miasma in your body is rather heavy, so you have to take fierce medicine