The Dark King

He hugged his stomach and vomited, but couldn't vomit anything. After a while of nausea, he suddenly felt countless ants and insects, crawled up under his throat, and throbbed in his throat like countless The worm's leg was scratched on the throat and itching was unbearable.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

He couldn't help coughing hard.

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

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

"I didn't do anything, it just made you eat something delicious." Dudi looked at him quietly, his tone extremely flat.

Richelieu's face changed, his heart was very angry, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you want to treat me like this, you don't mean, do you trust me completely, I didn't betray you!"

"I also hope that I can trust you completely, but it's a pity that you let me down." Du Dian said indifferently: "You should have told me the matter of the superintendent, and I will wait until I have brought you out. It is equivalent to forcing me to solve them. Today I hope you can remember that any trouble you caused me will not be an opportunity for you to get out."

Richelieu's face was ugly, saying: "I didn't mean it, but the situation was urgent. I didn't remember it, and you didn't ask, I..."

Du Dian waved his hand, "No need to explain, no matter if you have this idea or not, this time it should be a warning to you. If you think carefully in the future, such punishment will last all day!"

Richelieu was angry, his fingers clenched slightly, and then slowly released. He suppressed the anger at the bottom of his heart. He just wanted to speak, but the strange itch on his throat became stronger and stronger, so that his lips tremble uncontrollably.He growled and tightened his throat to tighten his throat against the neck bone. This pressure and friction made the itch suddenly relieved for a moment. However, after a few seconds, the strong itch It recovered again, and there was a faint sensation of spreading on the palm.

He hurriedly released his hand, and itchy he couldn't help twisting his head. Although his posture looked extremely strange, with his previous image and majesty, he never decided to make such a self-destructive image, but he couldn't care about it at the moment. .

However, merely twisting his neck did not completely restrain the itching. He couldn't help raising his palm again and squeezing it firmly on his throat, even having the urge to pierce his fingers into his throat.

"Ah, ah!" He growled, his breath heavy.

"The effect of this thing seems to be better than I expected. It seems that the radiation here is not at all beneficial." Du Dean looked at his body twisting and unbearable, and he was surprised and satisfied in his heart. It is necessary to inject him a few more times to make him addicted. I didn’t expect it to have such a great effect just for the first time. It is obviously due to the soil of this era, the grown mulberry leaves and other addictions. The characteristics of plants are much stronger than in the old era.

"Come, slightly, uh..." Richelieu lowered his head desperately, pressed his throat tightly, and groaned weirdly. His wrinkled face had become red and sweaty.

Du Dian looked at the wall clock hanging on the side wall, looking at the time quietly.

After a quarter of an hour, Richelieu finally couldn't bear it, panting, begging Du Dean: "Give me the cure, please, I, I really didn't betray you, I really didn't... "

Du Di'an looked at his pleading color, and there was a touch in his heart. Even a character as strong as Richelieu could not resist this little plant in the end.In silence, he slowly took out a small metal bottle from his pocket and said, "Here is the antidote. You can find a piece of paper, roll up the antidote, ignite the paper with fire, and suck the burning smoke in. Can relieve itching."

Richelieu's blushing eyes looked at the small metal bottle in his hand, and he wished to snatch it immediately. After hearing Du Dean's words, he had no other thoughts and immediately turned his head to look around. He quickly rushed to the desk, grabbed one of the books he had read by name, and opened the book to pull out a few books.

Due to being too anxious, the trembling palm accidentally ripped the paper.

He was sweating anxiously, ripped off again, ripped off the two and returned to Du Dean, gasping: "Relief, antidote!"

Du Dian threw the metal vial to him.

Richelieu quickly took it, hurriedly opened the bottle, and poured out the contents, which were black and gray things, like smoked grass, like ash, he gasped and poured these things on the paper , According to Du Dean's quick roll up.After the volume was completed, he suddenly thought of the lack of flames, and looked around quickly, but did not see the flint and the match that recently replaced the flint.

With a thump, the flame shimmered, and Du Dean lit a match and handed it in front of him, indifferently: "I hope you can remember this lesson."

Seeing the dim light of the match, he had a thrilled feeling of seeing the dawn in the dark, and even felt a little grateful to Du Dean in his heart. He completely ignored Du Dean's words and quickly handed the rolled paper to the match , Watching the match ignite the paper, the flame slowly burns to himself in front of the roll of paper like a pen, there is a feeling of being embraced by the light.

The smoke floated from the roll paper, and he thought of Du Dean's words, trying to bite his own piece of roll paper and sucked it up gently.

A thick smoke was inhaled into his lungs, and his tears almost came out, followed by a strong nausea and a cough.He coughed hard, patted his chest, patted, he suddenly found that the itchy throat gradually disappeared, no longer so painful.

"It seems to be a real antidote." He let out a sigh of relief in his heart, and took another sip to prevent detoxification. He was choked with tears again, and the lungs of his chest burned fiercely, but this kind of Compared with the previously unbearable itching, the burning sensation was paradise, and he slowly felt his body relaxed and became light.

"Don't swallow it all, suck in your throat, and then spit it out of your body." Du Dean instructed.

Richelieu said that according to his method, he took another sip and slowly spit it out. He suddenly felt refreshed and refreshed in the whole person. This refreshed feeling made him a little enchanted.