Han Mulin found a clean cloth again, turned the injured toe bag into a big bag, and then put on shoes and socks.

Kindness! Fortunately, the pain has decreased a lot.

He gradually took a few steps back and forth, and compared his usual method of dealing with wounds.

Now is the time to dispose of that secret bottle, the executioner who caused his own serious injury.

Han Mulin took out the bottle from his arms, and found a rag to wipe it clean, and at this time, the original appearance of the bottle was presented in front of him.

The volume of this bottle is not large, and it will be held in the palm of one hand, which is a little smaller than the self-dropping bottle. The whole body of the bottle is a kind of indifferent drip shallow environmental protection, there are also a few dark green lines printed on the bottle surface, the markings are leaf-shaped, painted and colored, and there is a kind of protruding droplet feeling on the touch, which seems to be directly embedded with real drop leaves.

I checked the amount of it with my hand, and it was very heavy, but it was obvious that this thing was not made of some metal that Han Mulin knew, let alone what kind of magnet he knew. Because I touch it with my hands, there is no ordinary metal drop cold feeling, and there is no ordinary magnetic drop droplet texture like the outside of the slippery droplet.

Han Mulin carefully investigated for a while, and then concluded that this bottle was made of some drops of materials that he did not know, and this kind of light environmental protection seemed to be a kind of natural color, and it was this kind of material that had a drop of a type of pigment, which was not better than being contaminated and dripped.

When he saw the tightly closed cap of the drop bottle, Han Mulin set up a project to provide his own curiosity, and hurriedly untied the bottle to see if there was any goods inside.

Place your hand on the lid again and squirm hard.

One, two, three ......, the cap and the body of the bottle seem to be cast throughout, motionless, and the lid is not about to be turned over in the shape of a drop.

Han Mulin was taken aback, and when he just picked up the bottle, he couldn't twist it. But when I remembered the injury, I didn't have time to exert much energy, and I didn't put it in my heart. Ben thought that at the moment, he used all his strength to turn it on, and it was still a drop of work at his fingertips. I didn't think about it, but I couldn't.

Han Mulin twisted it more than a dozen times in a row, thinking that his arms were sore, but there was still no image of victory, so he stopped.

He shook his arm, flowed, exercised his skills, and used too much force to strain a little.

He took the bottle under his eyelid and carefully searched it again. Regretful! There is no existing He Hidden Drop small organization on top.

Now Han Mulin is worried, if he doesn't open the cap, how can he know if there is something inside? There are drops, this bottle is so strange, and it is so tightly sealed, it must be a very precious drop of good things.

Han Mulin held the bottle firmly with his hand, looking at it, stunned for a while. After all, he was determined to let his strength be much greater than his own strength, and try his luck to unscrew it. You must know that Zhang Tie is dripping right now, and each hand can pick up dozens of dripping buckets, and can walk up and down the mountain as quickly as a drop. Today, the dripping torrent tank in the valley is full of drops every day.

After thinking about paying attention, Han Mulin went to Zhang Tie's house to wait for him, hoping that Zhang Tie would return soon.

Waiting for the taste to be really unpleasant, Han Mulin felt that the years passed slowly, and after a long time, he heard the sound of "squeak" Zhang Tie entering the house.

As soon as he looked up, Han Mulin saw Zhang Tie wearing a thin green cloth shirt,