C923 Unfinished Ancient Medicine

Zuo Feng slightly raised his palm and pointed at the dazzling medicine bottles on the shelf with his index finger, quickly slicing through the pills in the first row.

Yao Qiu'er silently observed, she was even more curious about what Zuo Feng's second bottle would choose. If it were any other person, he would have chosen three bottles of pills. Even if he couldn't use them