Everyone's face changed dramatically when they saw Xia Hong's wound.
"There's dewdrop."
"The leader has been infected too."
"Then Wu Xiong must have turned into the White Dew Gu."
"Brother, quickly apply some Solidified Fire Oil."
......
Xia Hong took the Solidified Fire Oil, crushed it into a liquid, and applied it to the wound on his face. The alternating sensations of cold and heat not only made him immediately understand the speculations in Yuan Cheng, but also made his expression somewhat strange.
The touch of this dewdrop, why does it feel a bit familiar......
Before he had time to think about it, he was already following Xia Chuan and the others, arriving at the Wushuang Camp.
