Chapter 117:

"I understand, teacher. Ron said bluntly.

Richard looked at Ron with satisfaction, took out a cyan test tube and a black booklet from under the stone platform and handed them to Ron.

"I happen to have a basic knowledge of sober potions and potions here, you take it first, although the sequelae on your body are not a big trouble, but they need a long time of treatment, I will give you a sober potion every week in the future, and then after my special technique, it will be completely cured within two years, don't worry, besides, Potions is one of the most extensive subjects in all subjects, I hope you don't let me down." ”

"Thank you, teacher. Taking the hand, Ron looked unusually respectful. "I will not disappoint your expectations. ”

"Hmm. Richard nodded. "Go back and prepare for tomorrow's experiment, don't forget to drink the potion, I'll check it." ”

"Yes, teacher. ”

After stooping down, Ron slowly exited the room, closing the door as he left.

'Smack'

The door closed, and Ron looked up, the respectful look on his face slowly fading.

He glanced at Wild, who was standing by the door, and said in a low voice.

"Take me back to my room. ”

"Yes, Lord Ron. Wild replied.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ron's room was arranged.

With a click, Ron closed the door, then walked over to the table and placed the two items in his hand on the table.

The room was a little dimly lit, but the test tube on the table had a glowing cyan glow, and it looked very beautiful.

The black booklet, with no handwriting on the black cover, but a white crow with blood-red pupils staring at him like a living thing. Ron had a strange feeling of being watched by the real gaze.

Frowning, he turned the book upside down, then picked up the test tube containing the sobering potion.

With a slight shake, a little golden particle immediately rose from the cyan test tube, and the hazy light was imprinted on Ron's cheek, which had a strange beauty.

"Sober potion?"

Ron stared at the golden particles in the test tube. After thinking about it, he reached out and pulled the plug from it.

With a 'pop', as the stopper was pulled open, a strange smell that seemed to be mustard mixed with mint wafted out of the test tube.

Just by smelling it, Ron had a feeling that his eyes lit up, and his mind seemed to become quicker.

Smelling the strange smell emanating from it, Ron tilted the test tube calmly, dropped a drop of liquid inside on the back of his hand, and licked it slightly with his tongue.

The icy touch came from the tip of the tongue. It also has a hint of orange.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. ”

After a pause, Ron poured all the liquid in the test tube into his mouth in one gulp.

The liquid ran down his throat and quickly into his stomach, and Ron felt as if he had drunk a small glass of cold orange juice and didn't feel anything.

However, just as he was about to open the basics of Potions, Ron's face suddenly froze.

It was as if his head had been smashed into a mass of cold, hard ice, and his whole body was extremely stiff.

Threads of white frost quickly condensed from his hair and eyebrows.

He unconsciously opened his mouth and 'whewed'. A white chill actually erupted from his mouth.

"What is this?"

Feeling the chill rising rapidly from his body, Ron looked down at his palm.

At this time, white ice crystals were spreading out of the skin of the palm. And these ice crystals get thicker and thicker over time.

Seeing this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Ron's eyes.

The palm of the hand is slightly strained.

'Click'

The ice crystals were suddenly covered with cracks, and they all fell down.

This kind of low temperature, if it were an ordinary person, he might have been frostbitten a long time ago, but with Ron's current physique, he only felt a little cold.

However, what made him uncomfortable was the icy temperature in his stomach.

He didn't know if it was the normal effect of the sobriety potion. But if this continues, I'm afraid even he will get hurt.

Ron raised his palms slightly, aiming them at his abdomen.

Just as he was about to forcibly vomit out the medicine in his stomach, the low temperature that had been persisting in his body suddenly stopped, and then a subtle 'hissing' sound came from his body.

Under Ron's clothes. Layers of fine red threads quickly emerged from the surface of the skin, like blood-colored veins intertwined and snaked throughout the body.

And under these blood-colored veins, a trace of white air flow was quickly withdrawn.

Ron felt the intense chill in his body quickly dissipate, and his normal body temperature returned.

"Huh?"

As if sensing something, Ron's face changed slightly, and he jerked off his clothes.

'Tear pull. ’

In his field of vision, on the exposed skin, dense red threads squirmed rapidly like slender worms, converging rapidly towards the middle of his chest, as if trying to form a pattern.

The silk white air flow was carried out of the body with the wriggling of the lines.

"Witch's Blood!?"

Seeing this kind of picture, Ron's eyes sank slightly, and his heart moved.

The many thin red lines on his body suddenly stopped, and then quickly sank under the skin, disappearing in an instant.

As he controlled the blood-colored lines to disappear, Ron suddenly felt his stomach churn.

An intense nausea prompted him to want to vomit something.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a 'pop', and a white object spat out of his mouth and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

After spitting out the thing, a faint sense of comfort appeared in his heart.

Ron looked down at the ground, only to find a white translucent sphere lying there.

There were red marks sticking to the surface of the ball, and a faint smell of blood wafted from it.

Frowning, Ron reached out and picked up the white orb.

And as soon as he came into contact with the ball, he felt the illusion of a living thing.

"That's what came out of my stomach?"

Placing the ball in front of his eyes, through the hazy light in the room, he could clearly see that the ball was covered with red lines, sliding quickly inside the ball like tiny tentacles. For some reason, Ron felt a strong sense of threat when he saw the tentacles, as if this thing in his hand was something dangerous.

"Sure enough, there was a problem. ”

He stared at the ball in his hand with a somewhat gloomy expression.

After a pause as he thought back to Richard's words, Ron slowly put the ball into a small black bag, and then placed it close to his body.

I don't know what the ball does, but it's not a good thing.

However, if he loses it, Richard may perceive something, and it is the best choice to put it close to him.

After packing up his things, Ron opened his palm, and his heart moved, and a trace of red lines suddenly slowly emerged.

"I didn't expect the witch's blood in my body to react to this situation, and those lines are obviously under my control, could it be that the witch's blood has fused with me?" (To be continued.) )