Bab 1944: Medicinal Brew (2)

Qiao Chu and the gang immediately collapsed in tears.

There's more! !

"Little Xie….. We still have to drink it?" Qiao Chu's face went from white to black, crying tearlessly as he stared at the pot of medicinal brew that was the same width as a grown man's waist.

What kind of a brewing pot was that! ? It's a water urn you know! ?

"Good medicine tastes bitter. What? You don't want to drink it?" Jun Wu Xie raised up an eyebrow alarmingly, the threat clear to see.

With that, who dared to resist? All of them could only look mournfully at Jun Wu Xie with pure and utter despair in their eyes.

Long Qi struggled to suppress the smile from showing on his face and under Jun Wu Xie's instructions, he filled up the bowls with medicinal brew for Qiao Chu and the others. Looking at the murky black brew swirling in their bowls, the companions' faces were looking uglier than when they had finished the first bowl.