Han Qi carefully locked the wooden door before sitting on the bed/spread out the paper bag, revealing the pale yellow pollen inside. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Half a month has passed since he was possessed by an unknown black light by the pool and suffered.

Han Qi had tried all kinds of ways these days, but he couldn't experiment to figure out what it was, as if the mysterious mark on the heart was really just a beautiful decoration.

Of course, this is impossible. Han Qi knew with his toes that it was unusual, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to fall from the sky to give him that torture, but he didn't know whether it was an opportunity or a crisis.

If you want to talk about the disadvantages, Han Qi really didn't find anything bad about him. On the contrary, he found that he had gained an invincible ability out of thin air.

In the case of that flower fertilizer, if you accidentally get a little bit of it in the past, it must be unbearable pain, the skin and flesh are open, and the wound will not be healed for a long time unless it is constantly nourished with spiritual power. But in the past few days, I have been stained with flower fertilizer several times, and the pain is the same pain, but the skin is intact.

Han Qi has been looking for all kinds of poisons to experiment on himself in the past few days, anyway, there is nothing else on the medicine mountain, these things are simply enough. Of course, he has always been a cautious and life-sparing man, and he just chooses those little things that are mildly toxic to experiment.

The result surprised Han Qi very much.

After using these poisons, there will be no less pain, but there will be no harm such as skin rashes and ulcers, body paralysis, etc. Han Qi has also suffered from all kinds of poison in the past half month, that is, he has a tough heart, and he has been severely tempered by Wuguang before, otherwise he may not be able to be ruthless.

Of course, such masochism obviously works. For any behavior that might add a layer of protection to his life, Han Qi didn't mind trying it at all.

Han Qi picked up the dagger in his hand and wiped a wound on his arm, and a few drops of blood immediately oozed out. Although he had heard his grandfather say that this dagger was the top of the mortal weapons, sharpened iron like clay, and it was a treasure worth a thousand gold in the secular world, Han Qi couldn't help but smash his tongue.

Han Qi carefully picked up a little pollen with the tip of his knife. The pollen of this hundred-leaf poisonous orchid itself is non-toxic, but once it encounters blood, it will make people instantly blood disorder and spiritual power riot. Of course, the effect of this pollen on the dagger is not so exaggerated, at most it makes his spiritual power run obscuribly for a while.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to approach the wound, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded up and down the medicine mountain. Han Qi's hand shook, almost piercing the dagger directly into the flesh, and couldn't help but curse secretly.

This gathering order was actually in time for this. He had to carefully wrap the pollen first, put it on his waist with the dagger, and hurried out.

When Han Yuan arrived, the medicine slaves were almost there. The medicine slaves cowered together, and in front of them was a gorgeous chair inlaid with jewels, and on it sat a young man in fine clothes, his face full of haughty contempt.

The young man was surrounded by four servants dressed in blue subordinate costumes, although they were also subordinates, and the eyes that looked at them as medicine slaves were full of superiority.

There is a middle-aged man with a big belly on the side, who is the director of this medicine mountain, who is the real Han family, and he is also a strong foundation. Han Qi's grandfather, Old Man Han, stood in front of the supervisor, with a humble and flattering smile on his face, which made people feel a little sad.

"This is Han Hui, the fourth young master of the family!" The middle-aged man cleared his throat, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Young Master Hui asks, you have to answer carefully." If the young master takes a fancy to it, it will be a step to the sky, but if anyone dares to talk nonsense, steal and play tricks, they will inevitably be whipped, or even skinned and bone-pulled, and their souls will be taken to light the sky lantern!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone trembled and was silent.

That Han Hui straightened his body slightly, and Han Qi, who was standing in front, could just see his gloomy face: "This time Young Master Ben came, and he didn't ask anything else, which ones were in charge of the Blood Burning Flame Flower?"

Han Qi's heart jumped, and he walked out with the other three medicine slaves.

He peeked at the three men, all of them pale as paper, trembling all over. They were all tall and middle-aged men, but at this moment, they were trembling with fear by a teenage young man. Han Qi seemed to be calm, but in fact, his heart was also terrified, but he was just forcibly restrained.

Han Hui stared at the four of them for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, and looked at Uncle Han on the side: "What a slave, how dare you deceive Young Master Ben? This kid who hasn't grown any hair dares to come and wait for the Burning Blood Flame Flower! Or do you not take the family's orders in your eyes at all?"

Uncle Han was a little frightened, and even stammered a little when he explained: "Fourth... Fourth Young Master, Han Qi grew up in the mountains, he has been watching these since he was a child, and his skills are good! He waits for Linghua, it is ten thousand, there is no mistake, otherwise how dare I let him come!"

Han Hui didn't say anything, and a tall and strong servant on the side already showed a contemptuous expression: "You dare to call me in front of the Fourth Young Master?

"Yes, yes, the old servant is guilty. Uncle Han's expression shrank, with a little sadness of losing his self-esteem: "This is the grandson of the old servant." The old servant cultivated the seven-grade Yin Moon Demon Flower and was given the surname Han...... Later, he picked him up on July 7 and named him Han Qi. ”

"That's fine, but in the end it's a cheap slave, even if you have a surname, you don't deserve the surname Han!"

Although Han Hui said this, he didn't dwell too much, but glanced at the four of them coldly: "It's the four of you, who dare to fertilize the Spirit Flower and burn the roots of the Flame Flower!"

The Burning Blood Flame Flower is a kind of spiritual flower that is brighter than the blood fire, not only with high grade, but also delicate and picky in temperament, and the temperature of water and fertilizer cannot be wrong. There is only one plant on the entire medicine mountain, but four of the most experienced medicine slaves are arranged to wait, which can be seen.

Han Qi had heard his grandfather say that it was said that this flower was to be given to the eldest lady.

Han Qi didn't know the other children of the Han family, but he knew the eldest lady. At that time, he was still young, only seven or eight years old, and suddenly one day several children of the Han family came to Yaoshan, and the leader was Han Ying, the eldest lady of the Han family.

Han Qi had never seen such a beautiful girl. He didn't actually see Han Ying's face, but he remembered that she was wearing clothes that seemed to be cut out of the morning and sunset, which was magnificent and ethereal, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a dreamlike halo.

Han Qi still remembered that he had lost his mind and forgot to retreat and salute, Han Ying glanced down at him, his eyes seemed to be looking at the flowers and stones on the side of the road, and he was punished with ten lashes with a fluttering word. Although the servants saw that he was young and his hands were not heavy, his skin was open, and there was hardly a piece of good meat on his back, and he lay on the bed for two months.

Since then, Han Qi has firmly remembered the name Han Ying. In other words, for the first time, he remembered the law that the strong are respected, and remembered that there may be a ruthless femme fatale hidden under the skin of a beautiful and moving painting. It is said that Han Ying is now a disciple of the Xuanyou Sect, she has built a foundation at a young age, and her identity is very noble, and she must not make a mistake. This spirit flower was indicated to be sent to Han Ying, and Han Qi and the others were naturally attentive. Unexpectedly, there is still a problem now, and I don't know whose fault it is, but I'm afraid it can't be good.

"The Burning Blood Flame Flower has greatly reduced its medicinal power, how do I have to explain this to my sister!" Han Hui clenched his teeth hatefully, and a hint of gloom appeared on his handsome face. He and his eldest sister Han Ying have had an excellent relationship since childhood, and they hope that their brother-in-law can become a Jindan and be promoted to the elite as soon as possible, so that his sister can live a better life in the sect. Originally, this flower was more than enough for alchemy, but now it ......

"What is the use of such lazy and misnegligent slaves! Pull them all down and kill them, and throw their corpses into the pool of blood!"

Han Hui's eyes were full of anger, and he was going to execute all four of them without even asking a question! After listening to their master's order, the blue-clothed servants immediately pounced on them like wolves, grabbing the four of them and dragging them away.

Uncle Han's face turned white in an instant. He didn't care about the others, but there was a child he raised single-handedly, and Han Qi, who was like his own grandson!

Uncle Han couldn't help but immediately rushed forward and knelt down and begged, "Fourth Young Master, you have a kind heart...... There's the grandson of the old servant, and he's always been the most obedient and capable!"

When Han Hui heard this, the anger in his eyes was even worse: "Young Master Ben is doing things, when will it be your turn to be a slave!" With a wave of his sleeve, his spiritual power turned into a gray and black spirit pillar and slapped on Uncle Han's chest, knocking him directly away and falling heavily to the ground.

Han Qi flickered his eyes and saw that his grandfather's chest was already blurred with flesh and blood, and a gray rib burst out horizontally, with a trace of flesh and blood on it. He seemed to have the heart to struggle to his feet, his chest throbbing and letting out a terrible breath, still praying for his last chance to live.

However, he is old. Over the years, the yin and evil of Yaoshan had already eroded his body, like insects and ants hollowing out trees, and even the last chance of life was cut off at this moment.

Grandpa's chest gradually rose and fell faintly, and finally calmed down, and there was no movement. His eyes were still open, looking in Han Qi's direction. The dark red blood gathered into a small puddle under his body, and then spread little by little, spreading the entire world in Han Qi's eyes!

"Grandpa!"

Lying on the ground and losing his breath and his body was cold, it was his grandfather! The grandfather who picked him up and cared for him was the only warmth and the only relative in his 12-year memory!

Anger and hatred burned in Han Qi's heart, as if they wanted to burn him to the end, and the cold Han family was burned to the ground! The flame burned Han Qi's heart to the core, and dried his tears, so that he lost even the ability to cry and scream for a while.

He had never hated his weakness and his incompetence so much as he had ever done now! and he had never looked forward to great strength more than he did now!

If he could have the strength, the strength that was enough to look down on the Han family, how could Han Ying almost kill him back then? How could Han Hui dare to kill his grandfather in front of him? If he had enough strength, he would definitely destroy the damn Han family and let his grandfather enjoy the best life in the world.

However, there is never an if, and the world will never sympathize with the weak!

Han Qi finally clearly realized that in this world, the strong are respected. Weakness is the only original sin!