"Damn it, Xiao Xi'er, what are you doing down here?" Dan Qing roared viciously, but unfortunately, his voice was really weak.
"Miss, there should be an antidote for these people." Ma Da Yeyue followed closely behind, but these words were what Ma Da said, while Yeyue just raised her hands, Xi'er looked into each finger gap
, all shiny, lots of embroidery needles.
"Miss Yeyue, I can just leave such a small role to you." Before Yeyue could take action, Xia Mo's voice came, followed by a burst of crackling, chirping, croaking... The miracle doctor is indeed worthy of being called.
When the miraculous doctor who rewarded kindness saw someone lying on the ground, he immediately started stuffing things into everyone's mouths. Xi'er took a look and saw that it was a black pill, presumably for detoxification. Then he hurriedly came forward to ask for it, and the miraculous doctor saw her.
The mask on her face lit up, but she didn't say anything. She was given a pill. She just smelled it and took it directly.
"Uncle Dan, are you feeling better?" Before Dan Qing could speak, he suddenly heard, "Damn it, what kind of information did that man give you? Why are there still so many good people here? Brothers, the wind is tight, retreat——"
A certain man in black yelled, and then ran back without paying any attention. Can you stop shouting? Just one Xia Mo had already made nearly thirty of them scramble, and Xia Mo was just a few steps away.
They were far away, taking out small things from their arms from time to time. A goddess scattering flowers was enough. What's more, there were more old gods and a few people beside them who didn't look nervous at all.
These third-rate characters may not be good at anything, but their ability to save time and assess the situation is first-rate. When they see that they have no advantage to take advantage of, they will naturally run away immediately. No matter how much money they have, they must spend it with their lives.
"Uncle, it's okay." Dan Qing smiled slightly when he saw those people running away. He didn't know what kind of medicine the miracle doctor took, but it didn't seem to have any effect after taking it.
"Ma Da, help uncle get on the carriage." Xi'er quickly called Ma Da over to help. But she walked to Xia Mo herself.
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"This." Xia Mo threw a porcelain bottle to her, then turned to the miracle doctor and shouted, "Master, from now on, we don't need the little white rabbit."