Old Zhou came up with a smile, took out a small bag of purple-red fruit bottle from his medicine bag, and handed it to everyone: "Try this. I just made the 'dried fruit juice' in the morning. It's sour and sweet. It can relieve fatigue, and it can also relax your spirit."
"Will it not explode?" Lin Ci took it suspiciously, pinching it carefully with her fingertips.
"Don't worry, this is not a test product!" Old Zhou patted his chest and swore, "This is one of my most normal formulas! Only five pots have been blown up before and after!"
"..." Yang Ming decisively put the bottle back into Old Zhou's hand.
But the atmosphere became more and more relaxed.
After walking for about an hour of time, Liora suddenly stopped.
She stood in front of a stream, gently closed her eyes, and listened quietly to the sound of wind and water. The shadow spread out like a tide, exploring the surroundings.
