The slight mockery in his words Aoba didn't hear it, he waved his hand, he moved to the nearby stone bench with a white face and weak legs and sat down, and said, "You didn't smell it, and when you smell it later, you will know that the Tao is powerful." ”

Thinking of the disgusting smell, Aoba shivered, and his stomach churned again. He bent down and curled up, pressed his knees against his abdomen, and with a deep breath and a suppression of his mind, he suppressed the desire to vomit.

Someone next to him was muttering something quietly, he didn't have the heart to listen, and those sour people were about to tell the world how useless he was, when suddenly a strange smell wafted from the kitchen, and then those people's faces changed collectively, and they all covered their mouths and noses like monkeys and jumped for a while, but in the blink of an eye, they fled far away.

"My mother, what does that smell like? How can it be so smoky and disgusting? Someone's scalp was numb, his whole body trembled, and he had an intolerable expression on his face.

"It's really more smoky than a dung-filled pit, shouldn't the prince of Gusu want to let his master use such medicine?" When the other person's words fell, the faces of the subordinates scattered all over the courtyard changed again, and they were indescribably distorted.

Their master, who is as holy as a fairy, is about to be poisoned by this invincible decoction? It's horrible!

After mixing the medicinal soup, Gu Su strode outside the kitchen, and saw the ugly expressions of the people in the courtyard who were even more ugly than constipation, and raised his eyebrows with a look of disdain. "That's all you can do? Doesn't it smell a little worse? Why don't you hide that far? It's really unproductive! ”

Everyone's faces turned white.

Doesn't it smell a little worse? Is it just a little bit unpleasant?

Thinking of the terrifying smell, everyone felt sick to their stomachs for a while, and at the same time admired Gusu so much.

What kind of person has such a strong endurance? The smell that is unbearable compared to the rotten sweet potatoes and rotten dead rat thatched in the thatched pit for a long time, and even all the smelly and disgusting things in the world, can he bear it so unharmed? He's so powerful!

His eyes swept over the crowd with different expressions, and Gu Su said coolly: "You guys are here to guard, let the soup in the pot boil on a small fire, and you are not allowed to stop the fire halfway." After waiting for the time of the two pillars of incense, send the soup in the pot outside to Qingfeng Yuan for your master to bathe, and the other pot will continue to boil on low heat.

Remember, these two pots of medicine are very precious, and you must not spill them during transportation. If someone accidentally knocks over a bucket and causes the wrong amount of medicine, and mistakenly treats your master's leg, don't cry and come to me, even if you kneel down and kowtow to me, I won't be able to save your master. ”

After saying that, Gu Su Rang flew away from the kitchen in a graceful manner, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, thinking about the words he said when he left, he couldn't help but shake his whole body, hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his hand and removed his nose, trying to get himself used to the incomparably smelly smell.

However, the moment the pungent smell hit again, everyone's faces changed as fast as the speed of turning a book, and in an instant, the entire kitchen courtyard was filled with vomiting sounds one after another.

"It's not a problem to vomit like this, how can you send the decoction to Qingfeng Yuan later?" In between vomiting, someone was dizzy and dizzy.

At this moment, Aoba seems to have gotten used to the strange smell of earth-shattering ghosts and gods, or his stomach is empty and he no longer wants to vomit, and his stomach is no longer as uncomfortable as it was just now.

Seeing the distorted and distorted faces of a group of people, his eyes gurgling, and he suddenly took it to heart. "I've got a way."

He held his breath and walked quickly to the kitchen, took out the sweat towel on his body and soaked it with water, and then slightly dried and folded it into a face towel to cover his mouth and nose and tie it behind his head, and the air he inhaled into his lungs was suddenly a lot fresher, no longer as terrifying as before.

When he came to the courtyard, the others were slightly stunned when they saw this, and then they took action to follow his example.

They hadn't thought of this easiest way just now, but they remembered it after he reminded them. Thinking that he was finally a little useful, they didn't look at him so unpleasantly.

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When the time came, the soup was boiled, and the people guarding the kitchen neatly took the soup out of the pot and sent it to Qingfeng Garden, where most of the bath buckets were filled.

The light is bright, the fog is thick, and the two men in the room are as graceful as gods, it should be a scene with a different context, but the air is filled with the smell that makes cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods take the initiative to retreat, coupled with the distorted faces in the courtyard, there is no artistic conception at all.

Gu Su Rang and Zhuge Wuwei had already prepared, and in the pungent smell of medicine in the room, Gu Su Rang took out the silver needle bag he was carrying, took out all the silver needles and put them in the bowl containing the potion.

Glancing at Zhuge Wuwei's calm and waveless expression, as if his sense of smell had failed, he didn't smell the extremely lethal smell of medicine at all, and then glanced at the group of people in the courtyard who were covering their faces and quickly avoiding his glance out of shame or some other reason when they came into contact with his gaze, Gu Su raised his eyebrows.

"Do you want me to temporarily block your sense of smell?"

It seems that the impact of this medicine is really too strong, and even his subordinates can't bear it......

"No!" Zhuge Wuwei replied lightly, "You do it!" ”

The corners of his mouth rose, and Gu Su smiled brightly, "Those subordinates of yours can't stand this smell, you really impress me." ”

Zhilu Dao Zhuge Wuwei said that he didn't need it, which meant that he could still stand it, and Gusu Rang didn't meddle in his hands to seal his sense of smell.

Putting away the joking look on his face, Gu Su Rang suddenly pointed his hand and quickly clicked on the many big points on Zhuge Wuwei's body, and then grabbed his hands and sent internal force into his body, activating the toxins that had been sleeping in his body for a long time.

The external airflow flowed through the body, and he clearly felt that the two aircurrents were rushing towards his legs, sometimes like a knife cut, sometimes like a cold wind piercing the bones, causing bursts of bone-cutting pain, Zhuge Wuwei twisted his eyebrows, but finally gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

The continuous influx of internal force, after a while, entrenched in Zhuge Wuwei's body, the toxin that had been sealed for a long time finally moved, and I saw the strange black and purple lines on his calves, like living creatures, began to spread in the direction of his thighs.

Seeing this, Gu Su immediately withdrew his hand as soon as his eyes darkened, and pulled out the silver needle in the silver needle bag with lightning speed, and pierced Zhuge Wuwei's legs with a few brushes.

The acupuncture points were sealed again, and the passage to the upper body of the body was blocked, and those "lively" lines turned into black lines of uneven thickness, scurrying in the flesh below the knees, as if they were about to break out of a road to heaven.