"Is there an antidote to this poison?"

Su Qianmo looked at the cold pharmacist and asked.

The cold pharmacist glanced at her lightly, his gaze fell on her face and swept lightly, his face was slightly stunned, and a trace of invisible complexity crossed his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, yes, but it's a little troublesome, it takes some time to prepare medicinal materials to refine the antidote, because some medicinal materials are extremely rare and difficult to get." ”

When the words fell, the village chief's expression was shocked and incredulous, and his eyes looked at the cold medicine master in horror.

I saw him stretching out ten fingers and counting there, and muttering to himself: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven、......"

The cold pharmacist glanced at him coldly, and said coldly, "What are you doing?" ”

The village chief's back was cold, his forehead was sweating, and he hurriedly explained: "I just counted the words you said to her." ”

"And how many words did I say?"

The cold pharmacist's tone was unwavering and indifferent, so that people couldn't hear the mood in it.

"Thirty-eight words!"

The village chief has never seen a cold pharmacist who has always cherished words like gold, and he actually said thirty-eight words in one breath with a rare and pleasant face!

Why would he treat a little girl differently?

Is it just because she's good-looking?

The cold eyes of the cold medicine master seemed to have the ability to see everything, and he glanced at him indifferently, and snorted coldly: "There are many ugly people!" ”

When the words fell, the village chief felt heartache!

Although he has no appearance and does not look as handsome and extraordinary as Lou Yuchen, he is not so bad as he is not involved in ugly words, and now when he hears Leng Yaoshi, he is about to cry when he hears the cold pharmacist.

The cold pharmacist turned his head, frowned at Su Qianmo and said slowly: "If you are not careful with this poisonous gas, that person's spiritual sense will fall asleep forever, even if you wake up after taking the antidote, it will take at least five years for the loss of spiritual sense to recover." ”

Su Qianmo was relieved, no wonder the Duanmuqing Patriarch ordered not to approach this well.

I saw a slight wave of the cold pharmacist's sleeve to isolate the poisonous gas in the well and prevent it from spreading everywhere.

"I still have something to do, don't bother me if you don't have anything important." The village chief did not have a good airway.

After that, he glanced at Su Qianmo with complicated eyes, and said leisurely: "Little girl, if you have any problems in the future, you can always come to me." ”

After speaking, without waiting for her to respond, he brushed his sleeves and turned to leave.

Su Qianmo: "......"

She was a little speechless......

This cold pharmacist is really weird.

……

"Am I ugly?"

At this time, the village chief was immersed in a desolate self-world......

This yin and yang area is large enough......

Su Qianmo: "......" was silent.

Look at his wrinkled face and look embarrassed......

Let her tell the truth, a little unbearable.

After all, we have to respect the elderly!!

"It's ugly!"

Nangong Yehua coldly gave him another stab.

When the words fell, the village chief felt even inferior, and his body was a little shaky, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

The corners of Su Qianmo's mouth twitched: "......"

This man's mouth is poisonous enough!

She gave him a look: you don't speak, no one treats you as a mute!

The corners of Nangong Yehua's mouth rose and smiled evilly at her, and he blinked and signaled: What this king said is the truth!

Who told this old man to change his painting style as soon as he saw the cold pharmacist.

Nangong Yehua has always been a retribution.

Su Qianmo's face darkened when he received his eyes.

Doesn't he know what a white lie is?

……

Su Qianmo saw that the village hadn't come back to his senses for a long time, and he didn't say anything more, and went back after a few simple words with the village chief.

The hairpin was also temporarily handed over to the village chief for safekeeping, and she would be returned to her after the murderer was found.

In the end, the village chief was left alone......

He still has no sense of self-esteem......