This thing was a little bitter, and as soon as it was stuffed into my mouth, it began to melt, and it flowed down my throat, and I was so startled that I was about to vomit, but the old man covered my mouth, lifted my whole head back, and swallowed it hard.

Immediately, a bitter taste filled my entire mouth, including my nasal cavity and esophagus. I couldn't stand it anymore and opened my mouth to ask the old man for water, but the old man just patted me and said that it would be good to wait a while.

I kept sticking my tongue out, it was really too bitter, it stinked all around, coupled with this bitter feeling, I put myself in my shoes and the current situation, I just felt that I was being abused......

Wait a minute......

Just when I was still grinning and disgusted with the bitterness of this thing, suddenly a sweet smell came up from my esophagus, this feeling was like the licorice that the third master gave me when I coughed when I was a child.

I felt something strange in my throat, not only did I not feel uncomfortable, but I was even a little happy, the smell of this thing seemed to cover the stench around me, and this "bath" didn't seem so uncomfortable.

I sat back obediently, tasting the lingering taste in my mouth, and asked the old man what it was, and the old man smiled proudly, but pretended not to tell me mysteriously.

The old man said that he had been preparing these pills since the first day I had been here, but at that time he did not know much about my injuries or my constitution, and that I had lived here long enough that it was time to get down to business.

The old man said that if you really want to give me new eyes, then you must make all the preparations, and the most important thing is to take care of my body, because the toxins remaining in my body will pose a threat to the new eyes.

I am completely compromised, I think, blind people will always envy normal people to see things, but their envy must not be as much as mine, because only people who have seen the world fall into darkness can understand the helplessness and loss, and even resentment, that they originally had but were deprived of their lives.

So, in fact, I really can't hate He Yunhu for eyes, I know that he has been sadder than me all these years. What makes me really angry is that both of us were obviously brought up by the third master, and the truth was learned from the third master, but why did he just embark on a crooked path.

The mud stuck to me, tickling me, and I fully realized that the skin had to breathe as it was said in the previous advertisement.

Just when I was getting hot from this herb, I suddenly felt itchy in my eyes, and I reached out to scratch it, but I felt that my hands were too dirty to touch my eyes.

I'll let the old man scratch me.

When the old man touched my eyes, he was also cautious, for fear of causing me irreparable damage. However, it was not until the old man scratched my eyes several times that I realized that this itch could not be solved by scratching from the outside, but from the inside of the eyes.

I was instantly a little frightened, and I felt as if my eyes were about to be made worse, so I stretched out my hand, and I didn't know what was going on, and grabbed the old man's arm.

The old man yelled and scolded me for soiling his clothes.

I didn't have time to pay attention, and almost asked him in a crying tone: "Old man, my eyes are ...... itchy."

"I know, isn't this for you to scratch!"

"No, it's itchy in my eyes...... Am I not going to be able to do it......"

The old man didn't speak, he didn't speak for a long time, so I grabbed his hand and didn't move.

I was so frightened that I couldn't do it, my whole body was shaking, and I thought that I should not be attacked by the old man for a long time, and then really poison myself to death......

It wasn't until later that I heard the old man's forced laughter, and I thought that I had probably been deceived by this dead old man again! I threw the mud on him, causing him to curse for a while, which told me that this was the effect of the herbs, and the eyes were itchy, which meant that the toxins in my eyes were being removed.

I remember the old man saying that only when the toxins are cleaned up can I have a new pair of eyes. To be honest, I kind of can't wait.

"How long will I have to soak this stinky bucket of yours before I can start changing my eyes?"

Because I said it was a "stinky bucket", I was beaten up by the old man again. I felt like my eyes, which had just gotten better, were about to be broken by him again.

But later, the old man told me that I would have to soak this stinky bucket for two or three days, two hours a day, until my eyes stopped itching, and then I could start to change my eyes.

However, I don't think I have so much time, I am smiling so little every day here, but what about Xuanyuan Yiran, maybe he is improving by leaps and bounds, and He Yunhu, maybe he has already got the treasure of the third master, and went back to Xuanyuan Yiran. Wouldn't that make the disparity between us even greater?

I finally realized that time is life, and if I don't race against time, my life, and even other people's lives, will be lost.

I said, "No, three days is too long, old man, see if you can do this, let's soak for three hours a day, and then I soak for two days in a row, so that it will be six hours in total, the same!" ”

The old man was silent for a while, and his mouth still made a "tsk" sound from time to time, as if he was really seriously thinking about my suggestion.

I was a little surprised, after all, this old man is very stubborn, I have lived with him for so long, and I have touched some of his temper, I just said it casually, and he began to think about it seriously, which is really rare.

After a long while, he spoke: "Your idea is not impossible, but I must explain to you in advance that my medicine is the amount you brew for two hours a day, if we increase the time without authorization, I am not sure what will happen, if the effect of the medicine is enhanced, ordinary people may not be able to stand it." ”

I liked to listen to books when I was a child, so I knew very early on what it meant to be mad because of the practice and the bleeding of the seven orifices. I can almost imagine my miserable death now, no, if I really bleed, I guess there would be only five tricks left, and my eyes would have been out of sight for a long time.

I gritted my teeth and said in my heart, as I am now, there is no difference between being alive and dying, and it is not of much use anyway, so whenever there is a glimmer of life, I will go up, and I will face the difficulties!