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... w furrowed slightly, carrying a touch of melancholy, like smoke hanging on willow tips.
Xu Mu refrained himself from asking imprudent questions.
He simply took out three bottles of pills from his storage bag and handed them to the other side.
Although Mo Wuxin had given him hundreds of medicinal materials, it didn’t mean that they all had to be refined. According to their agreement, as long as he could refine fifty bottles within half a year, it would be enough.
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