Chapter 11 Top Green Tea, Online Tea Make

Author: Gong Le

Chapter 11 Top Green Tea, Online Tea Make

He pursed his lips and lied: "Okay, I'll let him go home immediately when I see him. Don't worry, he will come back."

"Okay, okay." The expectation in the old woman's eyes was hopeful, and a smile burst out from her face.

She ate very little food and was unwilling to eat it anymore, saying that she would leave it to her son. Jing Zhao said that he would not do it again when his son came back.

Jing Zhao looked at Aning helplessly.

"Take it back, I'll send it to her tomorrow." Aning said.

The two of them sat with the old woman for a while, and the setting sun sets in the west. Jing Zhao suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I almost forgot, I have prepared something for you!"

Jing Zhao looked mysterious, Aning stared at him for a moment, "What?"

"Don't ask so much, just follow me." Jing Zhao said, stretched out his hand to lift him up from the ground, pulled him and ran towards Shangshiji.

But as soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Qing and his two children.

"My benefactor, the big thing is wrong. The person you brought back is almost out of reach." The anxious side frowned all the beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Ah Fu!

Jing Zhao said intimately: "Not good!"

He and Aning ran into the room where Afu was placed. The man twitched all over and vomited black blood from his mouth.

Qing followed them nervously and scaredly, "I just wanted to wipe his face, but he suddenly became like this..."

Jing Zhao gently comforted her, "Don't worry, leave it to me." He asked Xiaohu to accompany Qing out first.

There were only two people in the room, Gu Jingzhao and Aning. He asked Aning to hold Afu down, take out serum from his backpack, peel off Afu's pants, and prick him on his butt, and the serum was injected into his body bit by bit.

"What is this?" Aning asked in confusion when he saw this.

Jing Zhao bit his lip slightly and prayed in his heart that it must be effective, but he replied to Aning's question: "Serum."

Aning became more and more puzzled. "What is serum?"

"Seme is..." Jing Zhao looked up and met Aning's purely confused eyes, and paused for a moment. He was really confused! Can this thing be explained to him? They spanned two thousand years! The generation gap of two thousand years must be at least the width of the Mariana Trench!

Jing Zhao re-verbsed, "Well... it's pig's blood and egg white, which is the best detoxification product!"

Aning frowned heavily, why had he never heard of such a weird formula?

Soon, Ah Fu, who was sleeping in a daze, made a sound, and he opened his eyes: "Ahhh! It hurts so much!"

Ah Fu turned over and sat up, hugging his feet. A baby's face suddenly appeared in pain, and his pale little face suddenly twisted, "Play with ball balls!"

The guy blurted out words that were extremely different from his baby face, but his mouth was filled with a bit of humor. Jing Zhao felt a little awkward when he saw him, and it was awkward when he couldn't say it!

Ah Fu turned over and jumped out of the bed with barefoot, "Where is the knife? I can't use it for a knife!"

This action scared the two people standing next to him. Jing Zhao hurriedly pulled the person back to the bed. He and Aning worked together to hold him down.

"Don't move, what do you want to do with a knife?" Jing Zhao asked frowned.

Ah Fu calmed down a little, glanced around the room, and finally landed on the two people in front of him, and turned around again, his expression became completely cold, and he was not in a hurry to find a knife.

As he looked at each other, Jing Zhao noticed that the person's pupils were actually light gray! The pupils of this color were not exclusive to Chinese people! He looked at them carefully for a while and saw that the gray baby face had a high nose bridge and a deep eye socket, which was a bit of Caucasian talent.

However, the bloodline of the Caucasians, Sichuan accent, combined with the Minyue he appears now. This guy is not very old, but he is quite able to leave. Jing Zhao thought so.

Ah Fu took Jing Zhao's hand and instantly changed to a crying face, tears and snot.

"Brother is a miserable person..." He pointed to the big toe of his left foot that was pecked out by a snake. The toxin was stained with black. "I won't leave you, now I'm going to get the ball..."

Jing Zhao opened his mouth and was about to explain, but he didn't wait for him to tell him.

--tear.

The cold light flashed past the two of them. Gu Jingzhao and Afu looked over at the same time. Aning raised his sword and fell down with a broken finger on the edge of the bed. The bronze dagger in his hand dripped a drop of blood.

A piece of cloth in the boy's hand had covered the wound, and bright red blood kept oozing out from the white cloth and his fingers, but he looked light and said in a quiet tone: "Okay."

"Ah!!!" followed by Ah Fu's roar like a pig.

"Damn!" Jing Zhao's Zuan greeted each other in unison.

Jing Zhao was anxious and kept saying that Aning was too fast to start, but he thought that Qilin was exhausted, Yunnan Baiyao, Baituoshan bone powder...

A series of healing top-quality products appeared in his head, but... ideals are full, reality is skinny...

He was trying to do something in a panic, but was at a loss.

Aning pressed Jing Zhao, who was like an ant on a hot pan, "Go and get some ash at the bottom of the pan." The boy's tone was calm and cold, but he said it without any doubt.

Just as he was pressed down, Jing Zhao's impetuous heart suddenly calmed down.

He quickly did as he did, rushed out of the door, rushed over a group of onlookers, ran to the kitchen, washed a packet of ash from under the stove, and rushed back to the bedroom.

All the ash on the wound were covered. After a while, the ash and blood clotted together, and the blood finally stopped. Aning held the white cloth in his hand, turned his wrist around, and made several moves, and the wound was bandaged.

Afu's face was pale, not sure if it was due to pain or excessive blood loss. He bowed to Aning and said, "Thank you, Young Master." But there was a clear hatred in his eyes.

“No obstacle.”

Aning was as expressionless as ever. The cold bronze dagger in his hand had been put away. Only a few drops of bright red were stained on his white cuffs that showed what had just happened.

Jing Zhao looked at the broken finger that was stained with snake venom and was completely black. In fact... the serum had already relieved the snake venom, and this finger could have been cut off without breaking it.

But Aning... has the speed... I can only say that this kid has a very talented jungle. If he plays games, he will be the best in the national server.

But now, he was not looking back at the arrow when he was drawn. He was suddenly happy about Ah Fu's first-level disability and observed three seconds of silence.

Afu stared at Aning hatefully, "Young hero is so handsome. This is not something that ordinary people can do. It is quick and accurate to start. Young hero removes the lesions and is grateful to him."

This attracted Jing Zhao's attention. Cutting fingers is not as easy as cutting meat. The toes are connected to bones and cut them with one slash. They are either amazing power or a sharp weapon that is absolutely handy.

Jing Zhao hurriedly looked down. The boy's hand was empty, and the bronze dagger he had just seen was gone. Jing Zhao felt a chill in his heart. Where did Aning come from?
Chapter completed!