Tristan Tang looked back in bewilderment, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He had clearly checked in advance and there was definitely no one else before he and Zhu Zhuqing entered, and he did not hear any sound of anyone coming in afterwards.
He shook his head and said, "It's fake. Really, how come my eyesight is so bad at such a young age?"
Could it be that the Wangchuanqiushui Dew given by the old poisonous person is a fake?
Dugu Bo: Six! You took it yourself and you blame me?
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