"Take another antidote pill."
Qian Yizheng once again poured out a medicinal pill from the porcelain bottle and brought it to Min Yi's lips.
An Yinuo and his two younger brothers also each took an antidote pill to stabilize their breathing. This poison really showed them there are always higher mountains out there.
Even with Ninth Grade antidote pills, taking three was just barely enough to neutralize the poison, and that was because they deliberately held their breath.
If they had directly inhaled the poison gas, they might have been done for.
"Thanks."
Min Yi swallowed the antidote pill but didn't even have the strength to speak at this moment.
Cursing inwardly, he thought, what is this stuff? He had covered his mouth and barely breathed, and still almost didn't make it.
Right now, his lips were probably black, right?
