C885 Truncated carbuncle

Fang Qi's face revealed a strange expression, could it be that this cigarette had the ability to dispel the cold poison? Why does it look so funny?

Fang Qi's gaze swept around, and discovered that other than him and Old White Head, the other slaves were more or less in pain.

Even if he ate the pyrethrum, he wouldn't feel too comfortable.

"Old White Head