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 came forward and blinked at him, who was wearing a red robe and looked casual.
Some of them were injured and some were bleeding, but he has been the same since he came in. He has no wounds on his body, and even his clothes are as clean as new. It's really like comparing oneself to a dead person.
When they heard Ning Lang's words and saw him looking at Feng Jiu like a puppy with a fawning look on his face, they all couldn't help but twitch their lips.
Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked, "Do you want it?"
"Yeah, I want it." Ning Lang grinned and nodded.
"If you want it, stab yourself in the stomach and I'll give you one."
Hearing this, Ning Lang scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Forget it, I still don't like getting hurt. It would hurt so much to be stabbed!"
"Okay, why don't you go and clean up the mess?" She gestured, walked to the side, and leaned against the tree trunk without saying a word.
"Okay, then you guys take a break."
As he spoke, he quickly cleaned up the rest of the matters. After making sure that none of the evil cultivators were alive, he collected all the Qiankun bags and other things on their bodies. Less than half an incense stick of time later, he returned to the few people.
"These evil cultivators must have stolen a lot of things. I took a look and there are quite a few things in the Qiankun bag." As he spoke, he divided the things into several portions and handed them to several people, even Fengjiu got a portion.
I don’t know when this became the default rule, Fengjiu didn’t refuse and put the things away.
“Those people seem to have been drugged and are still unconscious.” Ning Lang looked at Feng Jiu and said, “I just tried, but couldn’t wake them up. Pinching their Ren Zhong didn’t work either. What’s the best way to wake them up?”
Fengjiu should know about the use of medicine.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu moved her sleeves and handed him a bottle: "Put it in their noses and smell it, and they will wake up naturally."
"good."
Ning Lang took it and trotted over there. He first placed the bottle under the nose of one of them. After a while, the man slowly woke up.
"Awake? Come on, pass it to them and let them smell it. They will wake up too." He handed the bottle in his hand to them as a gesture.
That person was none other than the Nascent Soul expert. Looking at the young man in front of him who was dressed as a girl but had a man's voice, he nodded and took the medicine and put it into the nose of the person next to him. Not long after, that person regained consciousness.
"Let everyone smell this, it can dissolve the medicine in the body." The Nascent Soul cultivator said, motioning for the man to take the bottle in his hand.
"Yes." The middle-aged man responded, and after taking the things, he paused for a while between the breaths of those people one by one, watching them wake up one by one.
"Thank you very much for your help, gentlemen." The Nascent Soul cultivator said as he bowed, slightly saluted them and nodded.
While expressing his gratitude, his sharp eyes inconspicuously swept over the young men in front of him and saw that those who had previously fought with those evil cultivators were all injured. Some of them were sitting under the trees to rest, while others were standing.