Jackson waved the mint leaf on his hand.

"It works. Why do you want to carry this thing with you?" Mint leaves don't seem to be an antidote.

Sun Wu patted Jackson's hand from in front of him: "Isn't this afraid that we will doze off on the road? We can only make this decision."

Jackson touched the back of his beaten hand and suddenly became serious. "Go, climb up."

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