"Oh? Sure enough, someone was poisoned. "

Ning Xiaolei stood up and walked out slowly in Zhang jiuxuan's suspicious eyes.

Thunderstorm hall, now surrounded by a large group of people, a middle-aged woman in plain clothes, is crying.

"You return my son, you return my son. God damn it, your stuff is poison."

The woman cried loudly, with tears on her face and heartbreak.

Ning Xiaolei walked over, squeezed a road in the crowd and came to the middle-aged women.

"Aunt, be quiet. Don't cry first. Talk about the situation."

Hearing the voice, the woman raised her head and saw the extraordinary temperament of the young man in front of her.

Things and Ning Xiaolei think about the same, the woman's son riding a motorcycle, accidentally bruised, there are large wounds on the body, and there are several bone fractures.

When she learned that there were three kinds of magic potions in Thunderstorm hall, she bought them and applied them to her son.

However, I didn't expect that the wound and bone were healed, but my lips began to turn blue and my mouth began to foam.

The woman was so frightened that she sent her son to the big hospital in Tiancheng. When she learned that the thunderstorm hall was in Tiancheng, she came to her door.

"Uncle Zhang, take our medicine mud and pack it together."

Knowing what happened, Ning Xiaolei orders Zhang jiuxuan.

Zhang jiuxuan nodded and sent the unopened three kinds of medicine mud to Ning Xiaolei.

Ning Xiaolei took it, handed it to the woman and said, "look carefully, it's the same as what you bought?"

"This No, it's not the same. "

Woman Leng Leng, carefully looked for a long time, then shook her head.

With her simple character, she didn't know blackmail at all, and told the truth directly.

Ning Xiaolei nodded and asked Zhang jiuxuan to take the three kinds of counterfeit medicine mud from the Wang family and put it in front of the woman

This time, the woman just took a look and yelled, "yes, that's right. God damn it. Why do you unscrupulous businessmen harm my child?"

"Ma'am, be quiet. Listen to me."

Ning Xiaolei shouts, frightening the woman out of any more noise.

As a demon cultivator, even if he doesn't move the evil spirit, he has a special momentum, which can frighten people.

Not only the women, but also many of the onlookers became very quiet and scared to look at Ning Xiaolei.

With a light cough, Ning Xiaolei said: "what I take out first is the medicine mud produced by our thunderstorm hall. I don't believe you can see what we have here. You can see it at a glance."

"The one I took out behind me is a fake product made from Lei Yun Tang medicine mud. Although it's cheaper and the package is more gorgeous than ours, its efficacy is not as good as ours, and it contains toxins."

"If you use it too much, it will lead to poisoning like that of aunty and son."

After that, Ning Xiaolei turned to the woman: "now you understand, it's the merchants who make fake products that hurt your son, not us."

"This, this God kill, which God kill business is making fake, Wuwu, who is in charge of me, my life is very bitter. "

The woman responded, sobbing and crying, looking very miserable.

As for the onlookers, they were all indignant and scolded the unscrupulous businessmen.

Seeing that, Ning Xiaolei said: "you can rest assured that we will trace this matter to the end. We must teach unscrupulous businessmen a profound lesson. Please also go out to help promote the authenticity, so as not to deceive more people."

After that, Ning Xiaolei turned to the woman: "this aunt, we have found out the unscrupulous business. You come with me, and I'll make the decision for you."