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"Ah..."
Several girls were all stunned, frozen in place.
If they truly couldn't find the antidote, then didn't that mean...
Su Qinwei was simply waiting to die?
"Him!"
Ye Qinghuang suddenly raised her hand, pointing to Qiao Beifeng, who was carried on Lu Zhengfeng's shoulder, "He threw the powder, he must have the antidote!"
Yin Tian's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed again.
He didn't hold out much hope that Qiao Beifeng had the antidote on him.
But at this point, with no other option, they had to wake up Qiao Beifeng and ask.
Yin Tian stopped Lu Zhengfeng and looked at the still unconscious Qiao Beifeng, his fingers like needles, pressing on Qiao Beifeng's philtrum acupoint.
Qiao Beifeng's body shuddered, and he soon woke up.
Before he could even open his eyes, he felt pain radiating through his limbs like a tidal wave sweeping over his nerves.
He knew that his life was probably over...
