In the process of taking the materials, Eric was also very uncomfortable, at first it was fine, just to look at the eyes, so the self-control is still very strong. But now, Erik, who felt the special touch with his mouth, was a little surprised.

As a result, Eric couldn't help but lick the soft and hard red grape several times. The shame in Crawford's eyes grew stronger, and she said as if she was holding back, "Eric, do you really have to do this?"

Fortunately, Eric, who also felt a little unbearable, quickly ended his movements, and with the material in his mouth, he gestured with his hand to Crawford to look at it.

This time the potion was a little different from usual, Eric directly put a configuration bottle in the palm of his hand, and then cast the "Fire Tongue Technique" to heat it up, he had to concoct several materials at the same time, only by doing so, could he compete with the Grim Reaper for time.

Eric, who was dispensing the potion, looked focused and serious. He had to keep an eye out for changes in each configuration bottle in order to add the materials at the right time, which could have been done one by one.

"I don't know if this potion is the best to use? Fortunately, Lao Tzu's wizard strength is a first-order white-robed wizard, otherwise he really wouldn't have the ability to configure it. Eric thought to himself.

Over time, Eric was sweating profusely on his forehead. Seeing all this, Crawford begins to believe that Eric didn't lie to her.

However, when she thought of the beautiful scene just now, Crawford felt that there was an indescribable meaning, which made her heart uneasy.

"Alas, it would be nice if there was a more powerful 'Fire Tongue Technique', so that you could free your hands faster. Thinking of this, Eric suddenly thought that there was such magic in the Brotherhood of Thieves: "Shet, after dealing with this matter, I must go and buy that magic book back!"

At the same time, Eric thought that he could no longer build a spell model, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Without a serious wizard teacher, many problems will not be paid attention to!"

Slowly, in those heated bottles, changes began. When he saw that these changes were not much different from the description in his memory, the stone in Eric's heart finally let go of most of it.

Eric then tilted the bottles down, causing the liquid to flow to the grooves in the alchemy table.

The liquids in these different configuration bottles finally walked together in the groove and flowed out along the guide trough, seeing this, Eric used the configuration bottle in his hand in time to catch the liquid flowing out of the alchemy table.

In the process of receiving the introduction, Eric still maintained the state of performing the "Fire Tongue Technique", and the configuration bottle in his hand must be kept at a certain temperature at all times, so Eric put the configuration bottle in his hand to heat it.

After receiving the introduction, Eric hurriedly spit out the contents of his mouth into the configuration bottle, and then stopped performing the "Fire Tongue Technique".

Immediately after reciting the incantation, he used his other hand to cast the "Frost Technique", and a white cold aura appeared from Eric's hand, and the sudden eruption of cold qi caused a layer of frost to form on the walls above Eric's head.

When the cold air had stabilized, Eric placed the bottle in his hand.

"Frost Technique" and "Fire Tongue Technique" are both zero-ring magic, which is a bit powerful at the beginning of the cast, and the rest of the time it is similar to the cold air in the refrigerator.

So Eric had always had the idea of using "frosting" to make a refrigerator, but he soon found out that he was stupid, and he might as well store more ice cubes in the basement!

However, Eric still did not give up on that idea, but just explored in the direction of "portable refrigerator".

After the liquid in the bottle cooled, Eric performed the "Fire Tongue Technique" to reheat the bottle.

For some time afterward, Eric heated and cooled, cooled and heated, and so on several times until the liquid in the bottle became black, and then stopped all movements.

No wonder they are sold so expensively, it seems that Nexen still has a business festival, and he explained to me the difference between cheap and expensive goods. Eric wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to himself.

The most impressive thing for Eric was that the potion had been successfully configured, and to be honest, if he hadn't had confidence in Rancy du Gramont, he would have been a little unsure about the method of concocting the potion.

Eric, who felt a little tired, found that even if he was a white-robed wizard who performed a zero-ring magic, it was impossible to maintain the output of magic all the time, according to his personal experience just now, it was estimated that he could only maintain the output of the "Fire Tongue Technique" for a whole day.

But Eric thought, "What wizard would stay like this all the time?"

Although the potion that has been successfully configured is not good-looking, it does not smell at all, and it smells clean, just like the air you breathe.

Before coming to Crawford, Eric first dipped his hand in some potion and then applied it to Crawford's wound. While applying the medicine to Crawford, Eric gently twisted the red grape.

Knowing that this action was superfluous, Crawford looked at Eric with a look of shame and anger, hating to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones.

And Eric said with a nonchalant face: "Anyway, you may not be able to survive, while it's hot, it's better to let me take advantage of it!"

Eric, who had "touched" the potion for Crawford, poured the potion from the dispensing bottle into Crawford's mouth. After pouring it, Eric sat directly on the ground and exhaled loudly: "It's up to you next!"

After taking the potion, Crawford's body reacted quickly, and black lines appeared on the surface of her body, and Crawford let out a muffled snort in great pain.

The body, which was not under Crawford's control, arched up and fell down sharply, and then writhed wildly, and the surface of the body began to overflow with a foul smell of black sweat.

Eric, who had anticipated this situation for a long time, kept wiping Crawford's body with a wet towel, so that the surface of Crawford's body was always clean and tidy.

Crawford's body quickly became more reactive, his bloodshot eyes almost bulging out of his sockets, his lips turning purple, and the expression on his face distorted from pain.

Eric counted the time in his mind, and the moment to decide life and death was coming.

Soon, Crawford suddenly let out a shout, and then a black blood mist erupted from her body, and the black blood mist also carried a foul smell, and this foul smell soon spread, filling the entire basement with this smell.

Eric immediately recited the incantation and cast a "magic trick", and a pocket-sized tornado appeared in the basement, and Eric took it around the basement quickly, clearing the blood mist and stench in the tornado.

After the black blood mist erupted, Crawford finally fell silent.

Looking at Crawford's eyes, which had lost their lustre, Eric said to himself with some sadness: "It seems that Lady Luck has not favored you, alas! ”

Feeling that Crawford's heart had stopped beating and all kinds of vital signs were gone, Eric knew that Crawford had failed, and she didn't take half of the chance to survive.

So Eric reached out and tried to close Crawford's eyes.

At this moment, Crawford suddenly grabbed Eric's wrist and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so sad!"

"Isn't it dead?" said Eric, feeling a little strange, but more happy.

It didn't take long for Crawford to happen to him that Eric didn't know.

The black lines on Crawford's body suddenly turned cyan and began to shrink, and they all surged towards Crawford's forehead.

Eric also saw Crawford's wound return from black to its normal color, and when the cyan veins passed by, the wound actually healed on its own.

The cyan veins formed a strange symbol on Crawford's forehead, and Eric felt that there was some kind of power hidden in this symbol, which was transforming Crawford's body.

"Isn't it? Could it be that you've awakened the power of the bloodline?" said Eric, a little uncertain.

Soon, Crawford's body was covered in a layer of cyan, and a hazy blue glow emanated from the surface of his body.

Eric tried to touch it with his hand, but as soon as he touched the blue light, his hand immediately retracted as if it had received an electric shock.

Looking at his hands, Eric noticed that there were some wounds on the tips of several fingers, which seemed to be caused by extremely sharp blades, and ordinary people would not be aware of the injuries for a while.

When Crawford regained consciousness, the blue light on her body also disappeared, but the cyan symbol on her forehead did not disappear immediately, but it was much dimmer compared to before.

The color of the symbols is still dimming, and although it is slow, it seems that it will not be long before it disappears.

Crawford looked at Eric and wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth slightly, obviously without the strength to speak.

This time, Eric, who felt that Crawford's body was full of vigorous vitality, finally determined that Crawford had awakened the power of the bloodline.

So knowing that Crawford was in an extremely weak state, Eric quickly took out a few bottles of "nutritional potions" that he had prepared by himself, which Eric had specially configured for himself and planned to take with him when he went to the field to collect materials.

After all the few "nutritional potions" were drunk by Crawford, Crawford's face returned to blood, and the cyan symbol on his forehead disappeared completely.

"When will I be able to move?" Crawford already knew what was happening to her, and the information of the power of the bloodline had long been imprinted in her mind.

"I don't know, it depends on everyone's physical recovery. But you've been poisoned before, so you're weaker, and you'll have a little more time to recover," Eric who knew that Crawford was a little worried about something, continued: "Don't worry, you can move in two days at most, provided someone takes care of you!"

After hearing these words, Crawford's expression became very tangled, and she looked at Eric with hatred and anger in her eyes, and sometimes a little embarrassed and ashamed.

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