Chapter Eight Hundred and Fortieth Seven-Grade Chicken

Li Zhen's head shook like a rattle, this old bastard really still remembers this, it's really not something.

Lao Jiang sighed softly, and sure enough, as long as it's a good thing, it's too hard to get out of this little Wang|Bastard's pocket.

"I'm here, do you want me to run this time in vain?" Lao Jiang's eyes are not good, everyone is friends, why do you like to eat alone.

Li Zhen coughed, and he knew that this old bastard wanted benefits when he came.

Seeing Lao Jiang staring at himself, Li Zhen said after a while: "That...thing is of great use to me, give it to you, and you won't be able to use it..."

"Made, how do you know that I can't use it? Those who see it have a share, at least it's divided into two!"

Before Li Zhen could finish speaking, Lao Jiang interrupted him.

You bastard, everyone is a martial artist, if you are useful, I will be useful? Are you fooling the devil?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

On the side, Du Zhong and the people from the relevant departments coughed a few times.

The relationship between the two is really good, but we are all civilized people, you two... why do you look like bandits and hooligans?

What is this for?

Divide the spoils?

There are so many people here, let's be a person, can we not be ashamed?

Du Zhong looked at the two people speechlessly. Let's not say whether the two people's cultivation is as powerful as rumored, but they have the face!

"Here, use it for you!"

Li Zhen waved his hand, and there was a small jade bottle in his hand.

Lao Jiang almost grabbed it, opened a sip of wine and drank it in.

"Boom!"

As soon as he took a sip, Lao Jiang felt paralyzed all over his body, had difficulty breathing, his face changed, and he fell to the ground.

Li Zhen gave him a bottle of the highest concentration. Even a ninth-grade Grandmaster would be paralyzed for several hours after drinking a sip, but the benefits were minimal, unless these people had a system like him.

"Minister Jiang!"

Several people were anxious for a while.

"Don't panic, the whole body was paralyzed for a few hours. I already said that he can't use it. This thing is a kind of poison. Only in the hands of alchemists can the benefits be maximized. This old bastard doesn't believe it. Don't detoxify him."

Du Zhong: "..."

Those who followed Lao Jiang were even more speechless.

"President Li, you should help the minister detoxify."

If they let Li Zhen go like this, when Lao Jiang wakes up, they will definitely not give them good fruit to eat.

Du Zhong couldn't help but persuade him, but Li Zhen just waved his hand and detoxified Lao Jiang's body.

"Special!"

Lao Jiang was speechless, glanced at Li Zhen, this little king | bastard is definitely intentional.

Let so many people see his jokes.

"Stop talking nonsense, keep one-third of this thing for yourself, and I'll take the rest with me!"

Although this thing is useless to the Grandmaster, it has a great effect on ordinary people. There are ordinary people in the relevant departments, and sometimes it is inevitable to get injured when performing tasks. With this thing, it is different.

Du Zhong opened his mouth, he wanted to say, he came very early, and he also had a share.

But seeing Lao Jiang and Li Zhen are like two hungry wolves, their open mouths never made a sound.

"You fool, I risked my life to get this point. You only have two-thirds when you open your mouth. No, I will give you one-tenth at most. There are so many students in our Dongshan Martial Arts Academy. Toxin, how can you get rid of it without me? If I knew it earlier, I would not have notified you."

"Life is in danger? Just such a seventh-rank rookie chicken?"

Du Zhong's heart is bleeding, rookie?

A master of formation, can he be a chicken?

If it wasn't for Li Zhen's appearance, he might still be crushed by this 'cattle chicken'.

(To be continued)