"Master, you have to save Third Senior Brother…"
Seeing this, Zhou Qing immediately got anxious.
"Save him for what? It's just a minor problem, just some excess heat. And stop researching those random things, breathing in those fumes isn't good for you. Get up quickly, you're embarrassing yourself. Don't you know how busy I am?"
Mo Xingjian kicked the unconscious Yan Xiaohu on the butt, cursed, and then turned around and went back inside.
Hearing this, Yan Xiaohu immediately jumped up from the ground, crying tears of joy.
"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm alright! That was so scary. I swear I'll never touch those things again!"
Yan Xiaohu looked terrified as he pulled Zhou Qing in joy.
Zhou Qing: "…"
At this moment, he suddenly somewhat understood his master, dealing with these two troublesome disciples every day must be a headache.
