After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

The dark medicine bowl was placed on the table. Ala led Hei Niu back and forth, far, far away, watching Feng Yin warily, especially afraid of feeding it.

"Don't worry, you are not a guest, how can I give you a drink?"

Grandma Yun brushed it and her eyes fell on the bowl of dark stuff.

"No, it's okay to just have a verbal fight. Let's forget about it. I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of the pain of death!"

Grandma Yun covered her mouth with both hands and shook her head, not wanting to drink.

But she saw how casually Feng Yin was doing it.

She took a little of this and a little of that and threw them all into the black plastic bags.

"I promise, you won't die if you drink it."

Feng Yin looked at Grandma Yun and made an inviting gesture.

"You won't die if you drink it? But it will make you feel uncomfortable, right? Don't do this... considering my age."

"Drink, stay; don't drink, leave."

Grandma Yun looked at Feng Yin, that look was very familiar, she was not joking.

Grandma Yun didn't hesitate for long. She held one hand on the dining table and rubbed it along the edge. She muttered in a loud voice: "I must have owed you something in my previous life."

Hearing Feng Yin, he thought with an expressionless face: I do owe him, but it's not her who owes him.

Grandma Yun embraced the spirit of heroic death, picked up the bowl, held her breath, and drank in large gulps.

The sticky feeling slides down the tongue into the mouth and throat.

There was no sticky and sticky feeling as expected. Instead, it slid down the throat smoothly and flowed into the stomach.

"Ah——-ah——"

A sudden stinging pain occurred, and the bowl in Grandma Yun's hand almost dropped.

At this moment, Feng Yin held Grandma Yun's hand holding the bowl with one hand and pushed it up. With a force, all the liquid in the bowl poured into Grandma Yun's throat.

"Grinding and chirping."

Feng Yin let go of her hand. Grandma Yun wanted to cough, but she couldn't. The pain in her stomach became more and more intense as the medicine entered. Within a few seconds, sweat began to form on her head.

"Sit down, Shinobi."

Feng Yin put a hand on Grandma Yun's shoulder and asked her to sit on the chair.

Grandma Yun couldn't bear the familiar pain.

Since the stomach cancer treatment, the pain now feels like a child's pain.

"You guys go ahead and eat. I can't eat. I'll vomit if I eat."

This is the truth. Many gastric cancer patients rely on intubation to eat, but Grandma Ke Yun doesn’t want to or is unwilling to do so.

She wanted to leave beautifully.

"It's okay, I didn't prepare your meal."

Feng Yin sat down without any mercy and ate, the food was delicious.

Grandma Yun watched Feng Yin eat, and she was very happy to see how delicious the food she cooked was.

"what?"

Grandma Yun suddenly exclaimed and rubbed her stomach with one hand. The pain no longer existed.

She looked sharply at Feng Yin.

"What did you feed me?"

"Medicine, medicine to numb your appetite. Take one pill every morning. It will allow you to eat what you want without vomiting or pain, but it must be limited."

Feng Yin put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Grandma Yun and continued: "This is all I can do, don't have unrealistic expectations, your disease cannot be cured."

"I can eat! Hahahaha, great, great!"

Grandma Yun only heard this paragraph, and the rest was not important.

Grandma Yun, who was already ready to move, looked at the dining table, but there was nothing but empty plates and empty bowls. Her eyes moved and unknowingly landed on Ala's dinner plate. (End of chapter)