Xia Wenjin took it, suspiciously scrutinizing the box, then scrutinizing him: "Are you trying to bribe me?"
Mo Qingfeng rolled his eyes, his body half leaning, elbow on the ground, hand supporting his shiny head, rolling his eyes upwards at a forty-five-degree angle, and said, "You little girl, just because you are a person of fate, this old monk... cough cough, that's why I'm giving you a big gift. If you put it that way, then it's meaningless."
Xia Wenjin opened it, a medicinal aroma wafted out, and inside was just a single pill.
She was surprised: "This is the big gift you mentioned?"
Mo Qingfeng almost jumped up, saying: "Don't you know what's good for you? Don't you know your body is poisoned? This poison usually doesn't affect anything, but once a year or so, it flares up, and when it flares up, you die. This pill can detoxify the poison in your body, and you don't even thank me?"
