The fat man locked the door and sat back on the couch in the living room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He now seriously suspected that these products that he didn't usually notice in his life were also invented by the guy named Du Wei in the first place. For example, this sofa, as well as mirrors, are daily necessities.

The fat man was also surprised to see these things when he first crossed over, he didn't think that the technology of the Crotty dynasty similar to the medieval countries of Europe would be so advanced, but he was only surprised, not to the point of doubt. Now the answer is clear, it must be that Du Wei did a good job.

Not to mention, the fat man still thinks that Du Wei is really a bit capable, and asks himself to tinker with these things, but he is afraid that he can only make a sofa.

He sat on the couch, and when he thought of Du Wei, he thought of the strange events that had happened all day today, and that Mickey Mouse on the stargazing platform didn't look like a bad guy, right?

Who knows, scammers tend to pretend to be good guys.

The fat man stretched, he felt that although Mickey Mouse and Dewey had bad intentions towards him, this did not mean that "Witch Pharmacy" was something that he could not learn, and he decided to go to the laboratory to read the "Witch Medicine".

The fat man crept to the door of the villa first, squatted down and opened the hole he had dug, and after observing that there was indeed no witch "visiting" today, he quietly closed the button of the crystal lamp, and then walked to the laboratory.

The laboratory also has a door, and the laboratory belongs to a room within a house, which is not connected to the outside, and is completely an independent small space.

The fat man closed the door to the laboratory, sat down in front of the laboratory table, and gently took the "Witch Medicine" and opened it.

In this world, no, all creatures in the entire universe, except for a few guys with brain problems, no one is born with a desire to study and study, and fat people are obviously not guys with brain problems. As soon as he saw that the book was densely packed with the names of various herbs, he felt his body go limp, and his head was confused.

"Let's start from the first page, maybe there's something to introduce. The fat man turned to the first page of the book again, and wrote a few big words on it: "Witch medicine, as the name suggests, is the science of witchcraft and medicine combined. ”

It's interesting to say that a fake drug is so fresh and refined.

The fat man turned the second page again, and there were a few big words on it: "Witch medicine is the use of witch power to induce and fuse the medicinal properties of drugs, so that the newly produced drugs have unique functions." ”

Here are a few examples, what makes the body stronger, and how many times the endurance is temporarily improved.

Can you turn into a Hulk? The Hulk thief is strong, right?

The fat man flipped through them again, and after reading all these words about witch medicine, he closed the book.

This book probably talks about how magical witches are, and there are very few people who know witchcraft, after all, there are not many witches.

There are no requirements for the study of witch medicine, but when it comes to the stage of refining medicine, the person who refines the medicine must be required to have magical powers, which is actually a disguised explanation that "this person must be a witch".

It's kind of like a magic scroll, a god bottle of water, and the witch medicine is an accessory to the profession of a witch, but it's just ...... I'm afraid that this witch medicine is not famous, and it will not achieve the effect of many, so it will naturally disappear. Anyway, the fat man had never heard of witches refining medicine before.

These are these problems, the fat man feels that he can go to consult Vivian the next day, isn't he going to take the first class tomorrow? he can ask this witch potion what achievements can he be proud of, if there is, he can quietly learn a little, if not, then he still learns witchcraft or something, and has nothing to do to go out and brag about it, "In the whole world, Lao Tzu is a male witch!"

It's a pretty big name, and although witches aren't a good name, many people are still prejudiced against witches now.

Without a buffer of hundreds of years, the world cannot accept the fact that witches are actually a group of poor little girls.

As for the division of strength in witch medicine that is also mentioned in this book, what "the lowest level of medicine servants and medicine disciples, then the medicine master medicine sect, and finally the emperor saint spirit" is even more ridiculous in the fat man's opinion.

Do you have to evaluate the strength of selling a fake drug? Is it more expensive than who sells the most expensive fake drug?

The fat man threw the book aside, feeling very boring, all the places in this "Witch Medicine" seem to be quite mysterious, but in fact, they are pretending to be mysterious. A group of crazy women seem to have nothing to do, tinkering with a bunch of herbs all day long, thinking about heaven?

The fat man turned off the light and walked back to the bedroom, climbed into his bed and lay quietly.

He rested his hands on his head, his eyes closed and thinking about what had happened today, the Mickey Mouse still spinning in his mind.

He closed his eyes, not realizing that his left eye was actually blooming with a few golden rays of light in the darkness. On the fat man's left eyelid, the golden light wrapped up round and round like golden lines, spreading, wrapping, spreading.

"Forget it, let's not think about witch potion and sleep. The fat man snorted a few words in the haze, intending to turn over, but when he turned over, he inadvertently opened his eyes.

He saw a golden tulip blooming in the sky, and this tulip flower composed of golden light was enchanting.

The fat man didn't know why an idea suddenly came to his heart: to grab it, to catch it!

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the tulip flower in the air, and muttered in a low voice: "How can there be a tulip flower, am I dreaming?"

"Brush!", the moment the fat man's hand touched the golden lines of the tulip flower, those golden lines wrapped the fat man's hand, followed the fat man's hand downward, gathered after reaching the chest, and gradually gathered and then extended to the whole body.

It's a very comfortable feeling, the fat man is sure that he is dreaming, and he will have such a light feeling when he falls asleep, and in reality, he has a big belly, and it is absolutely impossible to produce this kind of taste of floating into the clouds.

"Boom!" and when the golden light extended to the fat man's head, the fat man's head seemed to be smashed to pieces by a hammer, and he felt his head sink at first, and then his head seemed to be left off. He woke up in horror, his eyes filled with fear.

A golden tulip was imprinted on his left eye, and the golden tulip enlarged and shrank in his pupils, and finally shrunk into a dot.

At the "Zili", the fat man felt that his left eye seemed to be blind and fell into darkness.

He couldn't feel the pain anymore, and he panicked: Am I blind?

Is it because of that eye drop on the stargazing platform?

That thing dripped into the eye, as if the eye would become a medicinal eye, what is a medicinal eye?

Before the fat man could think, his head felt like he had received another heavy blow, and he was directly knocked unconscious.

A rat quietly pushed open the bedroom door and slipped in. It opened the eyelid of the fat man's left eye, confirmed it, and said with some pride: "It seems that the medicinal eye has successfully fused!"