Chapter 623: Antidote

He hugged his stomach and vomited, but he couldn't vomit anything. After retching, he suddenly felt countless ants and insects crawling up his throat and moving in his throat, like countless The worm's leg scratched his throat, itching unbearably.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

He couldn't help coughing hard.

Under the violent coughing, he felt a burning pain in his chest, and the itching in his throat did not subside, but became more and more unbearable, making him want to scratch.

"You, what did you do to me?" Richelieu gasped, raised his coughing face and looked at Du Dian, but saw the boy staring at him with a chilling look.

"I didn't do anything, just let you eat something delicious." Du Di looked at him quietly, with a very flat tone.

Richelieu's complexion changed, and he was very angry in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why did you treat me like this? Didn't you say that you trust me completely, and I didn't betray you!"

"I also hope that I can fully trust you, but unfortunately, you let me down." Du Dian said indifferently: "You should have told me about the proctor, and wait until I bring you out. It is tantamount to forcing me to solve them, and today I hope you can remember that any trouble you cause me is not an opportunity for you to escape. "

Richelieu's face was ugly, and he said: "I didn't mean that, but the situation was urgent at that time, I didn't remember it, and you didn't ask, I..."

Du Dian waved his hand, "No need to explain, whether you have this idea or not, this time it is a warning to you. If you think carefully in the future, such punishment will last for a whole day!"

Richelieu was angry in his heart, clenched his fingers slightly, and then slowly loosened them. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and just about to speak, the itching on his throat became more and more intense, until his lips trembled uncontrollably. He let out a low growl, raised his hand to tighten his throat, and pressed his Adam's apple against the neck bone. This pressure and friction relieved the itching for a moment. However, after a few seconds, the intense itching It recovered again, and there was a faint feeling of spreading to the palm.

He hastily let go of his hand, twisting his head so itchy that he couldn't help it. Although the posture looked extremely weird, with his previous image and majesty, he would never make such a self-destructive action, but at the moment he couldn't care less about it .

However, just twisting his neck couldn't completely suppress the itching. He couldn't help raising his palm again and pinching it hard on his throat, even having the urge to stab his fingers into his throat.

"Ah, ah!" He growled, breathing heavily.

"The effect of this thing seems to be better than I expected. It seems that the radiation here is not without any benefits." Du Dian looked at his body twisting and unbearable appearance, both surprised and satisfied in his heart. It takes several injections to make him feel addicted. I didn't expect that it would have such a big effect just by using it for the first time. All this is obviously due to the soil of this era, the mulberry leaves planted and other addictions. The characteristics of plants are much stronger than those of the old times.

"Heh, heh, uh..." Richelieu desperately lowered his head, pressed his throat firmly, and let out a strange low growl, his wrinkled face was flushed red and dripping with sweat.

Du Dian turned his head and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, watching the time quietly.

After a quarter of an hour, Richelieu finally couldn't bear it anymore, gasped heavily, and begged Du Dian: "Give me the antidote, please, I, I really didn't betray you, I really really didn't... "

Du Dian looked at his pleading eyes, and felt a touch in his heart. Even a character as strong as Richelieu could not resist this small plant in the end. He was silent for a moment, then slowly took out a small metal bottle from his pocket, and said: "Here is the antidote, you find a piece of paper, roll up the antidote, light the paper with fire, suck the burning smoke in and Can relieve itching."

Richelieu's red eyes looked at the small metal bottle in his hand, wishing to snatch it immediately,

After hearing Du Dian's words, he had no other thoughts. He immediately turned his head and looked around. He quickly found the books piled up on the table. He rushed to the desk and grabbed one of the books whose name he had seen before. , Open the book and pull out a few books.

Because of his eagerness, his trembling palms accidentally tore the paper to pieces.

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and pulled it off again, and after tearing off two sheets, he returned to Du Dian, panting, "Solution, antidote!"

Du Dian threw the metal vial to him.

Richelieu quickly took it, opened the bottle in a hurry, and poured out the contents. There were black and gray things, like smoked grass, and ashes. He panted and poured these things on the paper , Roll up quickly according to what Du Dian said. When the roll was finished, he suddenly thought of the lack of a flame, and looked around hastily, but saw no flints, nor the matches which had recently replaced them.

There was a sound of puffing, and the flame shimmered. Du Dian lit a match and handed it to him, and said indifferently: "I hope you can remember this lesson."

Seeing the faint light of the match handed over, he felt excited to see the dawn in the dark, and even Du Dian, who had hatred in his heart, felt a little grateful. He completely ignored Du Dian's words, and quickly handed the rolled paper to the match , Watching the match ignite the paper, the flame slowly burns along the roll of paper like a pen holder to my face, I feel like I am about to be embraced by the light.

Smoke floated from the roll paper, he thought of Du Dian's words, tried to bite his own section of the roll paper and inhaled gently.

A puff of thick smoke was immediately inhaled into his lungs, choking him to the point of tears, followed by a strong nausea and a severe cough. While coughing hard, he patted his chest, and suddenly found that the itchy throat had gradually disappeared, and it was no longer so painful.

"It seems to be the real antidote." He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In order to prevent the detoxification from being thorough enough, he took another breath. He was choked again until tears flowed out. The lung lobes in his chest seemed to be burning hotly, but this Compared with the unbearable itching before, the burning pain was like heaven, and he gradually felt his body lighten up and become light.

"Don't swallow it all, suck it with your throat, and then spit it out from your body." Du Dian instructed.

Hearing this, Richelieu took another breath according to his method, and then slowly exhaled it. Immediately, he felt refreshed and extra energetic. This refreshing feeling made him a little fascinated. For more exciting novels from rw, welcome to visit our reading institute