Vol 6 Chapter 623: : Antidote [first]

He hugged his stomach and vomited, but he couldn’t vomit anything. After a rush of retching, he suddenly felt countless ant bugs crawling up under his throat and swaying in his throat, like countless The worm's legs are drawn on the throat and itching is difficult.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
He couldn't help but cough up.
Under the severe cough, he felt a painful tear in the chest, and the itching in the throat did not fade, but it became more and more unbearable, making him want to scratch.
"You, what did you do to me?" Richelieu gasped, raising his coughing red face to Du Di'an, but saw the boy staring at him with a chilling look.
"Nothing is to let you eat something delicious." Dudi looked at him quietly, his tone was extremely dull.
Richelieu's face changed, his heart was very angry, and he gnawed his teeth: "Why should you do this to me, you are not saying, do you trust me completely, I have not betrayed you!"
"I also hope that I can trust you completely, but unfortunately, you let me down." Du Di'an said indifferently: "You must have told me about the supervision, let me say that you have brought it out, It is equivalent to forcing me to solve them. Today I hope that you can remember that any trouble you create for me cannot be an opportunity for you to get out."
Richelieu looked ugly and said: "I don't have this meaning, but the situation was urgent, I didn't think about it, and you didn't ask, I..."
Du Di'an waved his hand. "No need to explain, whether or not there is this idea. This time it will be a warning for you. If you think carefully in the future, such punishment will last for a whole day!"
Rousseau was angry in his heart, his fingers clenched slightly, and slowly loosened. He pressed his anger at the bottom of his heart. He just wanted to speak, but the itch on his throat was getting stronger and stronger, and itching his lips could not help but tremble. He snorted, raised his hand and tightened his throat, and put his throat on the neck bone. This pressure and friction made the itch suddenly relieved for a while. However, after a few seconds, it was intensely itchy. It is restored again, and there is a feeling of spreading to the palm of your hand.
He hurriedly let go of his hand, and his itch couldn't help but twist his head. Although his posture looked extremely weird, he decided not to make such a self-destructive image with his past image and majesty, but at the moment he couldn't take it anymore. .
However, just twisting the neck does not completely suppress this itching. He can't help but lift the palm of his hand and squeeze it on his throat. There is even an impulse to his finger into his throat.
"Ah, ah!" He whispered and his nose was heavy.
"The effect of this thing seems to be better than I expected. It seems that the radiation here is not a little good." Du Dian looked at his body twisting, unbearable appearance, his heart was both surprised and satisfied, I thought It is necessary to give him more injections in order to make him feel addicted. I didn’t expect it to be used for the first time. It has such a big effect, which is obviously due to the soil of this era, the mulberry leaves and other addictions. The characteristics of plants are much stronger than the old days.
"Oh, slightly, hehe..." Richelieu bowed his head desperately, pressing his throat to death, making a strangely low-pitched, wrinkled face that had become flushed and sweaty.
Du Dian looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall and looked at the time quietly.
After a quarter of an hour, Richelieu finally couldn't stand it, gasping and pleading to Du Di'an: "Give me an antidote, please, me, I really haven't betrayed you, I really don't...

Du Di'an looked at his eyes full of pleading, and there was a touch in his heart. Even a character like Richelieu could not resist this little plant. He silently took a moment to slowly pull out a small metal bottle from his pocket and said: "There is an antidote. You find a piece of paper, roll up the antidote, ignite the paper with fire, and in the burning smoke. It can itch."
Richelieu's red eyes looked at the small metal bottle in his hand, and he couldn't wait to it. After hearing the words of Du Di'an, he had no other thoughts. He immediately turned around and looked around and quickly found the table. The book, he quickly rushed to the desk, grabbed one of the books he had read the name, and opened the book a few books.
Because it was too eager, the palm of your hand accidentally smashed the paper.
He was so anxious that he was sweating, pulled it again, pulled back two, and returned to Du Di'an, breathing away: "Solution, antidote!"
Dudian threw the metal vial to him.
Richelieu quickly took over, hurriedly opened the bottle and poured out the contents. It was a dark gray thing, like smoked grass, like an ashes. He gasped and poured these things on paper. According to Du Di'an, it was quickly rolled up. After the volume was rolled up, he suddenly thought of the lack of flames, and hurriedly looked around, but did not see the flint, and the match that had recently replaced the flint.
With a bang, the flames shone, Du Dian lit a match and handed it to him, indifferent: "I hope you can remember this lesson."
Seeing the glimmer of the match, he had the excitement of seeing the light in the darkness. Even Du Di'an, who had hatred in his heart, gave a gratitude. He completely ignored the words of Du Di'an and quickly handed the rolled paper to the match. Watching the match ignite the paper, the flame slowly burns in front of the pen-like roll of paper, and there is a feeling of being embraced by the light.
The smoke floated from the roll of paper, and he thought of Du Di'an, trying to bite his own roll of paper and gently it up.
A thick smoke suddenly inhaled into his lungs, and his tears almost flowed out, followed by a strong nausea and a severe cough. He coughed hard, patted his chest and patted it. He suddenly noticed that the itch on his throat gradually disappeared, and it was no longer so painful.
"It seems to be a real antidote." He sighed in his heart, in order to prevent detoxification is not thorough enough, took another breath, and was again smashed with tears, the lungs of the chest burned hot, but this kind of The burning sensation is a paradise compared to the previously unbearable itching, and he slowly feels that the body is a little relaxed and light.
"Don't swallow all of them, them with your throat, and spit them out of your body," Dudian said.
According to his method, Richelieu took another breath and then spit it out slowly. He suddenly felt that the whole person was refreshed and extraordinarily spirited. This refreshing feeling made him feel a little intoxicated. r