When Ye Luo pushed open the door of the Kaaba, he saw Feng Hua half-lying on the table, constantly tinkering with something in his hands. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before he could get closer, he heard a voice: "Coming back?" ”

At that moment, he subconsciously replied, "Well, I'm back." ”

The question and answer is a conversation like that of an ordinary couple, when the wife waits at home for her husband to return.

Simple and heartwarming.

Feng Hua expected that he must have entered the palace to look for Yeluo when the shadow left suddenly, and he also expected that Yeluo would come back soon.

Then he asked Qian Duo to prepare a pestle and mortar for her to make herbs, and the scene that Yeluo saw now appeared.

"How do you know that the flower called the poppy flower has the effect of being addictive and equivalent to a chronic poison?" Seeing that the woman in front of him was still ignoring him like that, Yeluo continued to tinker with the pestle in his hand intently, and couldn't help but ask.

It is a matter of life and death of the Western Chu Dynasty, and if it is not done well, it is a major crime of the Zhulian Nine Clans, which has to attract his attention.

But no matter what the end result was, he wouldn't let anyone hurt her in the slightest, because she was his.

Ye Luo's heart turned back and forth, but Feng Hua was still concentrating on continuing the movements in his hands.

"I'll tell you later." Feng Hua didn't raise his head, leaving only Yeluo with a suspense.

She knew the horror of this poppy flower, and she knew that the purified poppy flower was even more creepy than the flood beast.

But these were twenty-first century things, and she couldn't tell Yeluo that she knew all of this in a very advanced future world.

The only way is to prove everything with facts.

Time passed minute by minute, and the poppy petals in the more than 20 dishes that filled the entire table were all picked out by Feng Hua one by one and thrown into the pestle mortar to be pounded.

Eventually, an hour later, all the poppy petals condensed into a single drop of black liquid in her hand.

It is the juice of the poppy flower, and it is also the main ingredient commonly known as the great smoke (opium*).

"Alright." Feng Hua carefully dripped the black liquid into the plate, turned his head to the side and ordered for some reason: "Catch a dying mouse for me immediately." ”

Listening to Feng Hua talk about the medicinal properties of poppy flowers, Qian Duo also knew what she was going to do at the moment.

Without saying a word, he went out of the door of the Kaaba, and ordered his subordinates to bring a guinea pig that would not live as long as it was dead.

The time to witness the miracle is coming.

I saw Feng Hua dip some liquid with bamboo chopsticks and send it to the mouth of the mouse, and what was surprising was that the originally listless mouse became energetic, how could there be a sick state.

"What kind of poison is this, it's obviously a miracle medicine." Seeing the pigs jumping around, Qian Duo was excited.

The mouse he sent was obviously a sick rat that was about to die, but now it had the sickness of dying, and it was only full of spirit.

Shouldn't this effect be a cure for illness when applied to people? How can it be said to be a deadly poison.

"Look again." Feng Hua raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Luo and the others, then lowered his head and moved the mouse into the plate.

I saw that the energetic mouse went straight to the place where the black liquid was located as if it was crazy, and sucked it one by one until the liquid disappeared cleanly.

As if he wasn't satisfied, he licked his tiny lips on the smooth plate.

This scene was too weird, and it began to make Ye Luo and the others present fall into deep thought.