Chapter 385 I Will Love You for Three Days and Three Nights Forever

When he heard the name of the serum, T'Challa suddenly felt bad.

It doesn't sound like a serious serum, and the heart-shaped grass is purple, so how can it be made green? There must be a problem.

"Captain Black Cat, this is my exclusive secret formula. Drinking it is guaranteed to give you a strong kick. It's really an advantage for you."

Seeing Allen's triumphant look, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

"What are its characteristics?" Namor asked bluntly.

He did not question Allen's ability, but wanted to know the efficacy out of curiosity.

In the unlikely event that T'Challa becomes very powerful and there is a conflict between his tribe and Wakanda in the future, he will have a targeted plan to avoid losing too badly.

"Good question."

Allen cast an appreciative look and was very satisfied with Namor's character of not being ashamed to ask questions. He introduced it seriously: "Based on the advantages of heart-shaped grass, I conducted in-depth research to develop its efficacy, combined with the principle of super serum, and combined the results... …”

Research?

What a shame.

Namor was too embarrassed to reveal it.

They were peeping at the whole process, and the whole process looked like they were just messing around, with no trace of rigorous research at all.

"Believe me, if you drink it, you'll be sure to make the leopard howl."

Allen held the test tube and approached step by step, while T'Challa showed a trace of panic on his face and asked quickly: "Can I not drink?"

"Don't waste my time." Allen refused with a serious look on his face.

"Can you drink it later?" T'Challa asked coyly.

"Hurry, the efficacy of the medicine will be reduced by half once it cools down."

Woo woo woo...

Before T'Challa could refuse, Allen took the lead and held down his head, pouring the serum into his mouth.

call…

A sour and strange taste filled his mouth, and T'Challa breathed heavily, trying to reduce the peculiar smell in his mouth.

"How about it? Does the mixed juice taste like Farmer Sanquan is a little confused?" Allen said leisurely.

"juice!?"

As soon as he heard that there was juice, Morgan came over with Sanhua in his arms and shouted: "What juice? I want to drink juice."

"Little Morgan, if you want to drink juice, you can ask Unita Sensen to buy it for you." Allen responded casually.

Morgan turned to look at Unita, who was waiting quietly, and said with a pitiful expression: "Grandma, I want to drink juice."

"Just call me Unita, and I'll prepare it for you right away."

A torrent of data flashed across Unita's eyes, which must be the funny trio being contacted through the Internet.

And Allen has been watching T'Challa's changes.

"He turned green!"

Namor asked in surprise: "Is everything going to be okay?"

"What's going on? He's transforming into a macho black panther." Allen said disapprovingly.

However, the person involved, T'Challa, was a little dazed and could see that he was very uncomfortable.

"Why did he turn red again?" Namor asked in surprise.

Something is definitely wrong.

A burst of green, a burst of red, and the emotions turned into human-shaped traffic lights.

"I won't make it!"

Allen looked confused and said: "I only focused on the research effect and did not consider the side effects."

"..."

As expected, what this guy did was definitely up to no good.

"Am I going to die?"

T'Challa was so uncomfortable that he scratched his head and ears. Not only did he feel tingling all over his body, but also his whole body felt hot.

"Please don't question my professionalism."

Allen pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Why do I feel like my body is burning?"

Beads of sweat appeared on T'Challa's forehead, which looked very abnormal.

"I was worried that the 3,000-stroke macho potion would have side effects like a super serum, so I added some substances to revitalize the male power. It's normal to sweat and heat up." Allen explained rigorously.

"Regain our glory!?"

Upon hearing this, T'Challa looked down suddenly.

Wow..., cheating!

The majestic and high-spirited pyramid immediately put Allen and Namor to shame.

Sure enough, all black intelligence is devoted to reproduction.

"Toilet, I need a shower to cool down."

T'Challa subconsciously covered his hands and looked for the bathroom in embarrassment.

Allen pointed in one direction and prompted: "The third room on the left."

Bang…

The door closed heavily, and the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom was heard.

"Alan, um, uh... give me a macho potion." Namor asked nonchalantly.

"Um?"

Allen leaned back tactically, and it was clear from his shocked eyes that he was unfamiliar with Namor.

"Ahem... Don't get me wrong. I only use it for academic research. I have always been very satisfied with myself." Namor's whole neck was red.

"Well... I originally thought I would use it for myself. It will be an advantage for you."

Allen reluctantly took out a tube of red potion, and said with a hint of reluctance: "For the sake of my friends, I reluctantly give up."

"Thank you."

Namor took it and drank it without thinking, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his mouth and asked with an unfinished expression: "Is this the same as what T'Challa drank?"

"no."

Allen said calmly: "There is only one dose of Heart-Shaped Grass. This potion will love you for three days and three nights and never fall down."

"What the hell?" Namor's eyes almost bulged out.

I will never fall in love with you for three days and three nights.

Just hearing the name is terrifying.

"Fuck!"

The next moment, Namor covered his lower body in shame and rushed to the bathroom to be with T'Challa.

"I didn't expect them to be quite clean."

Alan looked at the closed door of the bathroom, his eyes full of relief.

Heart-shaped grass serum belongs to the growth type, and must be fully developed through fighting. It has almost the same strengthening effect as the first generation super serum.

The only problem is that the body is prone to fever, which naturally causes physiological reactions.

As for what Namor drank, it was a pure hundred-fold Viagra made from scraps.

Originally, Alan thought that he might need it at any time, so he made one and carried it with him.

…

Kula Islands.

A barren island country located in the ocean.

Surrounded by the sea, it only has fishery resources, and is far away from the mainstream international community.

The reason is that there are no resources worth paying attention to, and the government relies on renting ports to maintain the operation of the country.

Just pay money, no matter what kind of ship enters.

Therefore, it has created a large pirate gang and one of the black market distribution centers.

David, the black manta, drank expensive drinks and lay on the beach to bask in the sun.

He has ordered his men to distribute the vibranium ore, collect a large amount of funds to upgrade the submarine, and then replenish supplies to prepare for the next voyage.

At this time, a group of white people came.

David took off his sunglasses and looked at the leader, grinning and said: "Killian, welcome to join us."

"It's an honor to cooperate."

Next to Killian was his younger brother Jack, who was fortunately found in the deep pit of the isolated island and rescued with great effort.

"Then prepare to set sail and send to the Arctic Ocean. I need to retrieve something." David stood up and said.

"What is it?" Killian frowned.

"A magical weapon that can fight Atlantis."