Tao Qingxi has spoken, what else can Song Ci do?

All the paralysis agents in the space buckle were taken out, and the dosage was calculated and pinched them on the left hand.

His right hand was not idle either. He held a hole punch and kept gestured at the outer wall of the warship.

Tao Qingxi's expression suddenly looked much better, "Major General Song is so calculating!"

Song Ci was only thinking about the possibility of the small insect flying out, and directly regarded Tao Qingxi's "praise" as a wind in his ears.

The ignored Tao Qingxi looked at the focused Song Ci and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

She directly copied the hole puncher in Song Ci's hand, adjusted the diameter slightly, and pressed it to the exterior wall.

Seeing a hole the size of a potion bottle appear out of thin air, Song Ci took the potion in his hand without hesitation and stuffed it into it.

The entrance of the cave is neither big nor small, and it just can hold a medicine bottle.

The sound of the outer wall and the bottle rubbing against each other was a bit harsh, but it sounded so beautiful in Song Ci's ears.

Song Ci silently gave Tao Qingxi a thumbs up, and Tao Qingxi pointed his head reservedly.

"For professional matters, we have to come with professionals!"

Song Ci didn't know how to proceed with this.

Fortunately, the potion was evaporated evenly as soon as it was stuffed in. Song Ci quickly turned his head and pretended to change the potion.

Embarrassment, silent embarrassment, permeating everywhere.

Tao Qingxi's face suddenly turned red.

Song Ci glanced at a little from the corner of his eyes, and he didn't dare to look back.

A huge man stood there with a few potions, just like he was holding a life-saving straw.

But there are many derivations in this potion!

Song Ci is blocked one after another, and it always comes to an end.

Seeing that the last one was also stuffed into him, Song Ci, who had no hands, suddenly panicked.

The obviously tense atmosphere suddenly became funny.

The knife was still able to hold it in, but Song Tong laughed out loud without giving him face, "Continue to stuff it!

Why don’t you continue?"

Song Ci was also convinced by Song Tong's ability to mention which pot is not open.

He glared at Song Tong fiercely, not wanting to say a word.

Seeing that Song Ci was defeated, Tao Qingxi felt much better, his face no longer blushed, and his anger was no longer rough.

When Song Tong saw this move effective, his eyes lit up.

She lifted Song Ci and said coldly: "You are a professional bottle of medicine. After you have stuffed it, get out of here. Don't delay my professional observation work.

If it delays, can you afford to pay?"

After saying that, Song Tong took out his instrument and came to the side of the small hole.

Tao Qingxi quickly grabbed her and smiled: "From my professional hole punching perspective, the diameter of your instrument should be slightly larger than the diameter of the medicine bottle.

You'd better let me do it first!"

Song Tong touched his nose awkwardly, took a step back, and accidentally stepped on Song Ci's feet. Song Ci's pain made her breath.

Now, Xiaodao could no longer hold it in and laughed out loud.

Tao Qingxi, who was adjusting the hole punch, couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Song Ci's dark face, Song Tong felt guilty. She handed the instrument in her hand towards Tao Qingxi, whispered "I'll leave it to you", and ran out in a hurry.

The look of never admitting mistakes is inexplicably consistent with Song Ci.

Tao Qingxi pursed her lips and muttered, "I deserve to be a family!"

Song Ci, who understood the implicit meaning, was stunned and couldn't say a word.
Chapter completed!