Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

The little black cat was also running around anxiously, like a monkey scratching its ears and cheeks, anxiously looking at the calm Feng Qingyue, but he didn't know what to do.It really wants the person in front of it to help it relieve the pain, but it doesn't dare to make any unnecessary movements, for fear of getting more terrible pain.

Feng Qingyue took out a small white porcelain bottle from her arms and threw it to Lang Shaobai.This is the hemostatic powder she prepared on the carriage, and I don't know how effective it is.However, there should be no side effects, although there are two ingredients in it that are very overbearing poisons.But the toxins are integrated and mutually ablated, and everything will be fine.

Lang Shaobai took the small porcelain bottle very preciously, without the slightest hesitation, he directly applied the medicine to his arm.This move made Feng Qingyue curl her lips, it feels good to be trusted unconditionally.

However, if outsiders know that the hard-to-find Ziling powder, which is comparable to the elixir, is actually smeared on the body by this fat man like pouring flour, they will definitely scold him for his waste and extravagance.Although this kind of thing is nothing to Feng Qingyue, for people in this world, panacea is really hard to find.

Moreover, people in this world value their own strength, and no one puts too much effort into learning medicinal materials, so that pharmacists are more and more wiped out in the torrent of history.Although, some people discovered later that if there is a life-saving elixir in an emergency, it is equivalent to an extra life, but it is too late to regret!Pharmacist, long gone.Even if there are people who refine medicines in later generations, there are really very few such people who can refine elixir. [

Even in the entire Feng family, they couldn't find three pharmacists, and even if there were, they were just quack warlocks who could make some small medicinal wine for bruises, and it was hard to be elegant.

The little black cat saw that perverted fat man with sharp eyes. After applying something to his body, there was not even a single wound on his body. He looked at Feng Qingyue even more anxiously.

Like Lang Shaobai, he looked at Feng Qingyue with resentful little eyes, then stood up and bowed, and even rolled around flatteringly on the table.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Feng Qingyue said to the little black cat while drinking tea.

"Woof!" The little black cat nodded. Although it didn't know what was wrong with it, it nodded wisely.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingyue looked at this little thing who deliberately flattered her.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof!" The little black cat replied obediently, which translates to, 'Everything is wrong'.

As early as the first meow of the little black cat, Lang Shaobai fell off the stool as if seeing a ghost.Hell, what kind of monster is this little black cat.It was clearly a black cat, but it was barking like a dog.And, so humane.Although the attribute is not clear, it must be a monster.Why Warcraft?Nima, isn't it possible for a monster to scratch him like this?You know, even a knife may not be able to cut through his fat!

"Did you see a pink fat man and a little black cat?" A voice suddenly came from outside.

The little black cat bristled nervously, turned its big jewel-like eyes, and finally made a painful decision.Taking advantage of Feng Qingyue's inattention, he rushed over and bit Feng Qingyue's left wrist fiercely.And different from the first bite, this time Feng Qingyue's wrist was bitten with blood.