Chapter 1126
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Seeing this, Duan Ye took the medicine and swallowed it. "Thank you."
"Fengjiu, what's that good stuff? I want it too. " After Ning Lang helped the two of them over, he leaned forward and blinked his eyes at the leisurely red-clothed Fengjiu.
They were all injured and bleeding, but he was the only one who looked the same since he came in. There were no injuries on his body at all, and even his clothes were as clean as before. Comparisons were odious.
When they heard Ning Lang's words and saw him looking at Fengjiu like a puppy trying to please him, the corners of their mouths twitched.
Fengjiu glanced at him and asked, "You want it?"
"Yes, I do." Ning Lang grinned and nodded.
"Sure. Stab yourself in the stomach and I'll give you one pill."
Hearing this, Ning Lang scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "Forget it then. I don't like to get hurt. How painful would it be to stab yourself with a knife?"
"Alright, hurry up and clean up the mess." She gestured and walked to the side, leaning against a tree trunk without saying anything.
"Alright, you guys rest for a while."
As he spoke, he quickly cleaned up the mess. After making sure that those evil cultivators were dead, he collected their Qiankun Bags and other things. In less than half an incense stick's worth of time, he returned to the group.
"These sorcerers must have taken a lot of things. I took a look and there are many things in the Qiankun Bags." As he spoke, he divided the things into several portions and handed them to them. Even Fengjiu had a portion.
Nobody knew when it started, but this had become an unspoken rule. Fengjiu did not refuse and kept the items.
"Those people seem to have been drugged and are still unconscious." Ning Lang looked at Fengjiu and said, "I just tried, but I can't wake them up. Pinching their philtrum doesn't work either. How should we wake them up?"
Fengjiu should know how to use drugs.
Seeing this, Fengjiu waved his sleeve and handed him a bottle. "Put it under their noses and smell it. They'll wake up naturally."
"Alright."
Ning Lang took it and jogged over. First, he placed the bottle under the nose of one of them. Not long after, that person slowly woke up.
"Awake? Come, pass it to them and let them smell it. They'll wake up too. "He held out the bottle in his hand.
That person was none other than the Nascent Soul cultivator. He looked at the young man who was dressed like a girl but had a man's voice and nodded. He took the pill and placed it under the nose of the person beside him. Not long after, that person also regained consciousness.
"Let everyone smell this. It can cure the poison in your body." The Nascent Soul cultivator said and gestured for the person to take the bottle.
"Yes." The middle-aged man responded. After receiving the items, he placed them under the noses of those people for a while and watched them wake up one by one.
"Many thanks for your help, Young Masters." The Nascent Soul Stage cultivator cupped his hands and bowed slightly to the few of them before nodding his head.
As he expressed his gratitude, his sharp eyes swept past the few youths in front of him. He saw that the few people who had fought with the heretic cultivators earlier were all injured. At this moment, some of them were leaning against the trees to rest, while others were standing.
When his gaze landed on Fengjiu, who was dressed in red, he paused for a moment. This red-clothed young man did not appear earlier, but from the looks of it, he was with these youths?
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