famous eldest daughter

Chapter 333 Potion
Hearing this, Ming Lu immediately stepped forward, walked to one side of the wall, and pressed the switch on the wall. Suddenly, a three-year-old child was carried by an iron chain and hung in the air. On his immature face, there were a pair of sinister eyes. He stared at Gu Zhen, who was sitting at the front, with no fear.

"Are you Gu Zhen?" The clear voice of a three-year-old child sounded, but the tone was as ghostly as a ghost.

Gu Zhen's lips curled into a smile, his eyes filled with bone-gnawing hatred, "Why don't you pretend? Pretending to be weak and gaining sympathy has always been your strength!"

The child immediately let out a burst of creepy laughter. Under the background of this laughter, the three-year-old face looked more and more like an evil ghost crawling out of the underworld.

"I only wish I didn't deceive you into Gusu's house, otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" The child was hanging in the air, the iron rope scratched his slender wrist, and the dark red blood flowed down the iron chain, dripping. Fall to the ground.

Glancing at the blood on the ground, Gu Zhen sneered, "Even if you kill me, you will suffer the same fate today. I just took advantage and avenged my in-law family. I was not the one who caught you."

As he said that, Gu Zhen slowly stood up and walked towards the child. The child was so violent that he couldn't help but shiver, "What are you going to do?"

Gu Zhen immediately sneered, "How can you, an old monster who has lived for decades, be afraid?"

As he spoke, he paused and was only one person away from the child. He raised his hand and took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve. He raised his hand and pulled out the wooden plug on it. Suddenly, a wave of light emitted from the white porcelain bottle. A pungent smell.

The child glanced at Gu Zhen in horror, staring at the white porcelain bottle with his eyes, and said, "What is this?"

Under extreme fear, the pupils in his eyes continued to dilate, and his voice became older and hoarse, like a drake whose throat was scalded. It made people's scalp numb when he heard it. He was no longer as clear and crisp as a three-year-old child should be.

Gu Zhen's hand that was about to tilt paused for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the monster in front of him, "Is this your real voice?"

But he ignored it and just kept asking: "What are you going to do, what are you going to do..." A pair of eyes stared at the porcelain bottle for a moment, and he was extremely afraid. His face had begun to distort, his pupils were dilated, and his vision was blurry.

Gu Zhen pursed his lips and smiled. He glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand. His hand shook, and the liquid flowed down the bottle. Immediately, a cold feeling penetrated the monster child's chest, and the skin suddenly felt painful. He immediately howled loudly.

The hoarse and sharp screams almost cut their throats, frightening the rest of the people to the point where their hairs stood on end and they looked straight at him.

A burst of white smoke rose into the sky from his chest, and the heart-rending howl covered up the hissing sound of his skin being burned. Only a burning smell filled the air, wafting through the room, making all the children Jun's face was gray and as silent as a cicada.

A satisfied smile appeared on Gu Zhen's lips, and he turned to the monk sitting on the chair and said, "Your potion does work."

When the monk Zhen Qingquan Temple Taihong Abbot heard the words, he had kind eyes and kind eyes, narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was the reincarnation of the Tathagata, and said: "You know, I always like to tinker with these things."

With that said, Abbot Taihong took out a jet black porcelain bottle from his chest and said, "I also have a new one here, you might as well try it out."

"Okay!" Gu Zhen agreed immediately.

Ming Lu turned around and handed the porcelain bottle in Abbot Taihong's hand to Gu Zhen. It was clearly a torturous thing. The two of them talked about it, as calmly and leisurely as if they were drinking tea.

The three-year-old boy scout had long been frightened out of his wits by the bone-gnawing pain. When he heard Abbot Taihong's words, he didn't dare to try it a second time. He immediately begged for mercy: "What do you want to know? If I knew, I would definitely give it to you." Tell the truth."

Gu Zhen didn't expect that he would beg for mercy so quickly. He immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a look of disbelief, "Chu Tiange's boy scouts are rumored to be indestructible. Although they have the body of a boy, they are as strong and strong as a man on the battlefield. How can you I'm a weakling, I haven't tried the effect of this second bottle of potion yet, you can at least give me a chance."

When the three-year-old boy scout heard this, his eyes suddenly trembled, and he almost cried: "No need to try, no need to try, I can tell you everything. I am just an actor who sings in Tsing Yi, but I am born with a good skin. Where did the clank come from?" Iron bones.”

Seeing that he was indeed a weakling and couldn't bear the pain, Gu Zhen didn't bother to threaten him anymore. He turned around and gave a small black and white porcelain bottle to Ming Lu, then turned around and sat back on the chair.

"If you are lying, you already know the effect of this potion." Gu Zhen said coldly.

The boy scout nodded desperately, "It's absolutely true."

Xiao Yu, who was sitting diagonally behind Gu Zhen, said, "What kind of monsters are you, and how did you become like this?"

Glancing at his companions, the three-year-old boy scout said with a mournful face: "I was originally an actor in Tsing Yi in South Vietnam. When I was eight years old, I met His Highness by chance. I was attracted by him because of my lovable skin."

Recalling the past, the three-year-old boy scout's face was full of pain, tears rolled down his eyes, and his voice became more and more sad, "He took me to a secret room. When I went there, there were already many handsome men or women in the room. Most of them are the same as me, the oldest are only thirteen or fourteen years old."

"The place where we were imprisoned is down there. There is no light all year round. In the dark environment, we eat, drink, and eat and drink in the same place..." As if thinking of the unbearable environment, he frowned, and his eyes were filled with pain, as if he was always in pain. to overflow.

"I don't know how long we lived there, until someone finally took us out..." As he said this, he took a deep breath, like a temporary person, with unwillingness and hatred shining in his eyes.

"When we returned to the ground, we discovered that everyone's body was no longer what it was before. Some became three-year-old children like me, and some were even younger than me. I clearly remember that at that time The man who was imprisoned with me was clearly 14 years old, but when I saw him again, he only looked eight or nine years old."

As his words sounded, Xiao Yu found that all the boy scouts had desolate faces, full of sorrow and sorrow, and his heart could not help but move slightly.

"It was then that we learned that he added a very heavy dose of drugs to the meals he gave us every day. As a result of the drugs, our bodies continued to change until it reached a level that he was satisfied with."

When he said this, Abbot Taihong couldn't help but ask: "How old are you now?"

It was clearly a creepy or disgusting story, but he still looked like he was neither happy about things nor sad about himself. He still looked like a Buddha, with crooked eyebrows and half-smiling eyes.

　Thanks to Linda Xiaozhou for the cute tip
　　
　
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