The genius doctor is all over the city, the emperor is very fond of the little poisonous concubine

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 The man in the latrine

Looking at the little things that made a mess of his own Qiankun bag, the man couldn't move, a trace of helplessness flashed in his dark eyes, "Check No. 14 white bottles from the left on the ninth floor of the medicine rack, jumping over two bottles is for supplements." Qi Dan, you take it out together."

"Oh, found it."

Xiaobai got out of the bag excitedly holding two white bottles, and handed the bottles to Feng Yunyao, "This is the detoxification pill, you can talk after taking it, and this Qi-tonifying pill can quickly restore your strength."

Feng Yunyao took the bottles, poured out one pill from each of the two bottles, put it in front of her nose and smelled it.

A fresh scent of medicine rushed into her nostrils, which cleared up her tired brain.

The medicine was indeed good medicine, and he put the medicine in his mouth and swallowed it without hesitation.

After a short pause, the tiredness on my body faded a lot.

Feng Yunyao didn't test her throat first, she looked down at a paper bag that Xiao Bai had thrown on the ground, walked over to pick it up, put it in front of her nose and smelled it.

gunpowder?

I didn't expect gunpowder to exist in this era.

"Hey, be careful, this thing will explode." Seeing her sniffing around with a pack of explosives, Xiaobai thought it was food, how could he eat it as a beast slave? She was full, not to mention she stayed in the mountains for midnight.

Thinking about it this way, he got into the Qiankun bag again and pulled it out, then took out a paper bag from the bag and handed it to Feng Yunyao.

"This is my favorite hibiscus cake. It's delicious." She said, sticking out her little tongue and licking her mouth, "Try it."

Feng Yunyao hadn't had any food or water since she was sent to the purgatory, she was already hungry, so she accepted the paper bag politely, opened it, and ate the few pastries inside.

"Can you lend me this?" She said with a gunpowder paper bag and a man sitting on the ground motionless.

Because the vocal cords were somewhat damaged by the drug hoarseness, the words spoken were hoarse and dull, and some notes were even made entirely by airflow.

The man Huamou glanced at the paper bag in her hand, and agreed, "Yes."

Seeing that his master agreed, Xiaobai naturally couldn't say anything, but he raised his little paw and pointed to the side with lingering fear, "Can you stay away from my master before playing."

This is gunpowder, if one is not careful, this woman explodes, and its owner won't move, then it will be disfigured.

Thinking about the possibility that his owner's handsome face, which is so handsome that both humans and gods are angry, may be disfigured, as a beast pet, it will naturally come out to protect it.

The man didn't change his face, he was still indifferent as before, and he didn't care where she was playing with gunpowder, but he didn't say anything to stop her.

Feng Yunyao shrugged her shoulders indifferently, then took the gunpowder and squatted there ten meters away from the man and began to fiddle with it.

Occasionally, Xiaobai would be asked to take one or two things from the Qiankun bag, but in the end Xiaobai simply threw the Qiankun bag to her and let her take it casually.

Soon, a dozen small porcelain vases were completed, and a bow and arrow were made out of tree branches. At the same time, a chair was taken out of the Qiankun bag, four wooden wheels were made, and a simple wheelchair came out.

After doing all this, put away the bottle and bow and arrow.

Then, he walked to the man, bent down and reached out to help him up, "I'll help you sit on the chair."

It's just that her black little dirty hand with no visible skin color hadn't touched the man before she heard, "Don't touch me."

Feng Yunyao's hand suddenly stood there in the indifferent cold words with disgust.

Clearly, someone was turned off.

Feng Yunyao lowered her head to look at her dark claws, then looked at the blood stains on her body and even exuded a stench, it was indeed not ordinary dirty, it was as if she just got out of a latrine.

It's kind of a mess.

He rolled his eyes, stood up straight, and didn't hurt his self-esteem or get angry because of the man's dislike, and just stood there quietly watching how he climbed onto the chair.

(End of this chapter)