"It's okay, it should be okay."

"Song Prisoner will not sit idly by." Elder Hao drank the herbal tea and calmed down a little. I couldn't help muttering softly.

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Chen Mu inserted a rice straw into the yellow-skinned gourd, and snorted the nourishing tea.

"When did you prepare this cellar?" Hao Hao finally made up his mind and looked at Chen Mu suspiciously: "Did you already know there was danger?"

"I do not know."

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