Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 11 Top Green Teas, Brewing Tea Online

He pursed his lips and lied: "Okay, I'll let him go home immediately when I see him. Don't worry, he will come back."

"Okay, okay." There was hope in the old woman's eyes, and a smile burst from her face.

She ate very little food, and was unwilling to eat any more, saying that she would keep it for her son.Jing Zhao said that when his son came back, he couldn't do it anymore.

Jing Zhao looked at Aning helplessly.

"Take it back, I'll bring it to her tomorrow." Ah Ning said.

The two sat with the old woman for a while, and the sun was setting.Jing Zhao suddenly patted his forehead.

"Almost forgot, I prepared something good for you!"

Jing Zhao looked mysterious, and Ah Ning stared at him for a while, "What?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just follow me." Jing Zhao said, stretched out his hand to lift him up from the ground, pulled him and ran towards Shangshiji.

But as soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Qinghe and his two children.

"Ben Gong, something is wrong. The person you brought back is dying soon." The pretty brows and eyes of Qing's anxious party all frowned.

Ah Fu!

Jing Zhao secretly said, "Not good!"

He and Ah Ning ran into the room where Ah Fu was placed one after the other. The man twitched all over and vomited black blood from his mouth.

Qing followed behind them nervously and fearfully, "I wanted to wipe his face just now, but he suddenly became like this..."

Jing Zhao comforted her softly, "Don't worry, leave this to me." He asked Xiaohu to accompany Qing out first.

There were only Gu Jingzhao and Aning in the room. He asked Aning to hold Ah Fu, took out the serum from the backpack, pulled off Ah Fu's pants, and stabbed his ass with a needle, and the serum was injected into his body little by little.

"What is this?" Aning asked in bewilderment.

Jing Zhao bit his lips slightly and prayed in his heart that there must be an effect, while answering Ah Ning's question: "Serum."

Aning became more and more puzzled. "What is serum?"

"The serum is..." Jing Zhao raised his head to meet Aning's pure and confused eyes, and paused for a moment, he was really confused!Can this thing be explained to him?There is a whole span of 2000 years between them! The generation gap in 2000 must be at least as wide as the Mariana Trench!

Jing Zhao rephrased, "Well... it's pig blood mixed with egg whites, it's the best detoxification!"

Aning frowned heavily, why he had never heard of such a weird formula.

Not long after, Ah Fu, who was in a coma, made a sound in a daze, and he opened his eyes: "Ahh! It hurts so much!"

Ah Fu rolled over and sat up, hugging his feet.A look of pain appeared on the doll's face for an instant, and his pale face suddenly twisted, "Play ball!"

The words that this guy blurted out did not match his baby face, but the Sichuan accent added a bit of joy.Jing Zhao's first feeling when he saw him was that he was awkward, so awkward!

Ah Fu turned over and jumped off the bed with bare feet, "Where is the knife? Is there a knife? Give me a knife and use it!"

This action frightened the two people standing next to him, Jing Zhao hurriedly pulled him back to sit on the bed, he and Aning worked together to hold him down.

"Don't move around, what do you want a knife for?" Jing Zhao asked with a frown.

Ah Fu also calmed down a little, his eyes swept around the room, finally fell on the two people in front of him, turned around again, his expression became completely cold, and he was not in a hurry to find the knife.

The moment they looked at each other, Jing Zhao noticed that this person's pupils were actually light gray!The pupils of this color are not exclusive to the Chinese!He looked at it carefully for a while, and found that this gray baby face, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, showed a bit of Caucasian talent.

However, Caucasian blood, Sichuan accent, combined with the Minyue that he now appears.This fellow is not very old, but he can walk quite well.Jing Zhao thought about it.

As soon as Ah Fu took Jing Zhao's hand, he instantly changed into a crying face, with tears and snot in his nose.

"Brother is a miserable man..." He pointed to the big toe of his left foot, which had two holes pecked out by the snake.

Jing Zhao opened his mouth to explain, but didn't wait for him to say anything.

--tear.

A cold light flashed in front of the two of them, Gu Jingzhao and Ah Fu looked over at the same time, Ah Ning raised the knife and dropped it, a severed finger fell on the bedside, and a drop of blood dripped from the bronze dagger in his hand.

There was an extra piece of cloth in the young man's hand that had already covered the wound, and bright red blood kept oozing from between the white cloth and his fingers, but his expression was calm and his tone was indifferent: "It's done."

"Ah!!!" followed by Ah Fu's roar like killing a pig.

"Fuck!" Jing Zhao's Zu'an greeted in unison.

Jing Zhao was running around in a hurry, blaming A Ning for being too quick, and thinking about Qilin Xuejie, Yunnan Baiyao, Baituoshan bone powder...

A series of high-grade healing products appeared in his head, but...the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny...

He frantically tried to do something, but didn't know what to do.

Ah Ning held Jing Zhao, who was like an ant on a hot pot, "Go get some pot bottom ash." The young man's tone was calm and indifferent, but his words were unquestionable.

The moment he was held down by him, Jing Zhao's impetuous heart instantly calmed down.

He hurriedly did so, rushed out the door, rushed past a group of onlookers, ran to the kitchen, dug a bag of pot ashes from under the stove, and rushed back to the bedroom.

All the pot ashes covered the wound, and after a while, the pot ashes and blood coagulated together, and the blood finally stopped.Aning held the white cloth in his hand, twisted his wrist, made a few movements, and the wound was bandaged.

Ah Fu's face was pale and pale, and it was unknown whether it was due to pain or excessive blood loss.He cupped his hands and said to Aning: "Thank you, young man." But there was obvious hatred in his eyes.

"No problem."

Aning remained expressionless as usual.The cold bronze dagger in his hand has also been put away.Only a few drops of bright red on the whitish cuffs showed what happened just now.

Jing Zhao looked at the severed finger that was soaked in snake venom and turned black with complicated emotions.In fact... the serum has detoxified the snake, so the finger could have been cut off.

But this guy, Aning... this hand speed... can only be said that this kid is very talented in the jungle. If he goes to play games, he will be the number one Han Xin in the national server.

It's just that now, there is no turning back when you open the bow.He mourned for three seconds in silence for Ah Fu's sudden mention of the first-degree disability.

Ah Fu stared at Aning bitterly, "Young hero's martial arts are so handsome, this strength is not something that ordinary people can do, right? His strikes are fast and accurate. The young hero helped me remove the lesions. I am very grateful."

These words caught Jing Zhao's attention. Cutting off a finger is definitely not as easy as cutting meat. The toe is connected to the bone, and if it is cut off with a single knife, it either has amazing strength, or it is a sharp weapon that is absolutely handy.

Jing Zhao hurriedly looked down, the young man's hands were empty, and the bronze dagger he had glimpsed just now was nowhere to be found.Jing Zhao felt a chill in his heart, what is the origin of this kid, Aning?
(End of this chapter)