Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

It was his son in high order, Horseflash (Basen), who knocked on the pharmacist's door with a few books.

The cat and cat offered a crushed duvet to a seemingly grumpy young man with no change in ai and poured tea.

"Mr. Nong is busy."

I mean, he wants to say he doesn't have time to come here.

I still use Mr. Nong's name because it also means a pseudonym, but more importantly, I can't speak his real name. Your name shall not be spoken lightly in front of the people of Ichii.

The prostitutes of the Green Green Hall are blinded by the usual sturdy and non-attached guests. Especially the do-it-yourself woman, she can see pretending to be insignificant and starting the Abacus with her head.

Unlike at the time of Mr. Nong, the pharmacist's door remained open and I can see how that would look.

"That's what I was saying."

Horseflashes offer thick books from cloth wraps. From inside, a familiar diagram emerges.

Take an atlas of insects as they line up with birds, fish, bugs, and plants.

What cats and cats are basically interested in are the ingredients that make them biologicals. I read the plant's book to lick, but the bug's book just glanced all over.

(I wonder if there was)

However, the left meal (Sazen) said that he was studying locusts. There must be.

But I can't find it. I can't find it no matter how many times I review it. Quote, start looking all the way up to the horse flash.

"... you don't?

"You don't."

"I told you there was.

I don't care if they say so.

What, this is... Has the left meal deceived me?

No, there's no advantage (benefit) in that guy doing that.

"Does this mean someone took it while it was in storage?

"Who would be interested in something like this"

"Because I like people I like"

But that would be hard to think of, too. There would have been something more understandable and expensive to steal on that spot on purpose.

As I roared, I noticed a shadow approaching the pharmacy.

Loosely as a willow if not, the Lord, then full of himself, was the White Bell (Pyrin) Little Sister.

……

The cat and cat warped their faces. Behind the white bell I can see a do-it-yourself woman who has no way of stopping it. I hear the horse flash trail is finally over.

Miss White Bell is a very pleasant whore. He is the oldest prostitute in the Green Blue Hall, but his beauty has not faded, and he still attracts many halls. A good example of this is the luxury (rehab) of a martial artist.

He is also said to be the best dancer in the city in dance.

He is also kind to young prostitutes and vultures, a good sister......

She also has about a flaw in that.

The loosely revealed white bell stood behind the horse flash. And slip that neat, beautiful fingertip onto the horse flashing cheek.

The sloppy horse flash accidentally flew while sitting. I may not know, but he did the clever thing of jumping while sitting.

"Lady."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It had dust on its shoulders."

It's a lie, an absolute lie.

Why do you need to touch your cheeks?

Its shivering movements, every single one of them drifting with femininity.

Its eyes seem to smile slightly, but cats and cats think of it as the hunting eyes of a carnivore.

Over the past few days, my little sister has had tea hiccups, or no guests. That's not because she can't sell it, because imitations that take customers every day are rather lame to high-end prostitutes.

I mean, what is it?

This whore seems unhappy with it.

It means insatiable desire.

"Hey, what is it? What the hell!?"

"Oh, I haven't taken it yet. Look, I'll take it, so stay still."

Horse flashes lag behind inside the narrow pharmacy, and white bells follow it.

Cats and cats put drug research and rinsing bowls on shelves before horse flashes arrive to prevent things from being flipped over. Drink hot water and tea and sweets in a basin and hold them in your hand.

(First time, they'll serve.)

No, I can't afford that, and I don't know if the horse flashing face is red or blue. It would be interesting if the luggage came here, and the cat and cat would perform and mouth the secured tea treat. It seems that it is better to serve a cheap confection than when Mr. Nong arrives. Still, the pancakes, which are classy enough and have a hint of shrimp, are to the liking of cats and cats.

(Well, that's the first one)

Somehow I was aware of that, but I was convinced. I think so, go up to the wall, pinch another pancake, pour it in with tea.

I envy the vultures watching, but I can't do it in front of the doer woman. I have no choice but to stop pinching one more and leave it behind.

"Oh! I'm leaving now. For now, I gave you what you gave me!

Horse flashes left the pharmacy as she dragged her loose belt.

"Yeah."

A white bell sits in regret.

"It's my first product..."

I knew it was the first thing.

If it weren't for this kind of place, I'd be a really good sister. I feel worse year after year.

"Once you get in, you say it's easy."

The old lady also said remorsefully.

(No, you can't, can you?

I thought cats and cats would have to save money for the luggage and contract me to do this quickly.

The left meal was cleaned outside.

While my arm is still not enough as a man, this is how I am made to do the same thing as bald work. That's what the right bark of a man's head did. If you seem satisfied with this, you will be uselessly dismissed one of these days as a man. I'm outraged by this, and I'll pull anything else I try to remember from my job right.

If you look at where the left meal is around the nose song and has a twist, you can only see it as the side to be fired, no matter what you look at.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

He was forced to change his thin dirty outfit, and the left meal with his mustache looked some younger.

"The book has fallen apart"

That said, the cat and cat show the book that Horseflash just brought. Sooner or later, the cat puts a book wrapped around the cloth.

It's not what you said.

Fourteen books altogether for what the left meal had. But there is nothing written about locusts. But when the cat and cat were in that research room, there were fourteen books, so there must be no doubt about the number.

"No, you can't."

Remove the cloth wrap from the left meal and check inside.

Close your eyes and stare.

"Hey, that's not all of it."

"That's all that was in that room."

Exactly. Cats and cats don't count the numbers wrong either.

"No, this book"

The left meal has a book of worms. There were two books of bugs, neither of which had any representation about locusts. The number is swinging "" and "".

"There must be three books of worms."

"... what the hell"

Then it won't have been in that room from the beginning. At least, it means that someone had already brought it up at the time the cat and cat arrived.

"Wow, who is it? It's like taking something like that."

"You, right?

"No, I didn't. When I was a grandfather, I had it right."

Speaking of grandpa, I'd say you mean the doctor who got kicked out of the rear palace. Sure, I hear you were researching immortality.

"I wonder if he was even in my grandfather's coffin."

"Why would you imitate that?

"That's what my hometown's all about."

No, I'm not interested in my left meal hometown.

However, I am interested in the grandfather of the left meal.

"With that said, how did he die?

Is it aging? If you live, it's nothing strange because you're about the same age as your uncle.

"That's it. It's like an experiment failure."

"Failure?"

I said, "I'm not gonna make a drug for immortality. It's gonna take some experimentation, right?

(That's...)

Cats and cats used to wonder.

The resuscitation medicine I used for children, including Zhao Too (Cho), about that.

Zhao Too left his body numb, but there's no way he could have done so well with medicine that originally breathes back once he dies. The cat and cat think we have to repeat the experiment over and over and give that success story.

So what did you try that experiment with?

An animal. That, too, would have to be tried in the same person.

"Hey, what's going on? Ugh!"

The face of the left meal is drawn. I wondered why, but I knew that right away.

My mouth angle was so heavily distorted that I usually didn't.

I was laughing a lot.

"Hey, where did you dispose of that body?

"I don't know. That's pretty much what he did."

"That guy?

The left meal takes my head off with me.

"I wonder if you can tell when I say Cui Lin. He was my grandfather's assistant."

"Okay!

The cat and cat didn't think of it and wanted to think through the back of the left meal.

"Say it! What the hell."

"Okay, don't clean up."

Cat and cat re-wrapped the book in a cloth wrap and hurried back to the pharmacy to prepare the sentence.