"Senior Brother, you shouldn't go see Zhang Fei." Han Ling immediately spoke because Wei Chou's expression showed that he was infuriated by Nanfeng Yunxi's taunt. "He can kill Lao Yao, so you are not his match, and you will die by his hands."
Wei Chou frowned at Han Ling, but Qu Qiuxue hurriedly spoke to him. "Senior Brother, Han Ling is right about Zhang Fei, so I hope you will not go see him. As for my pain, it is unbearable, but I can endure it."
"I won't go to see Zhang Fei." Wei Chou was definitely not a fool, and he was fully aware of their situation. "Since Nanfeng Yunxi is having difficulty finding the antidote, I will take you back to our headquarters, Qiuxue. If our higher-ups check your condition directly, I'm sure they can find the antidote more quickly, and you can recover as before."
"When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Qu Qiuxue nodded. "Okay, I'll get ready now."
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