The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Yun Wenjing glanced at Jun Hongbo, who had fallen asleep, and stopped the ancient book he had been reading. His doubtful eyes fell on Xi Yue.

If he didn't make a mistake, should the drug effect almost start?Why does this person seem to be completely unresponsive?

He looked back and looked at Mi Xuan's position, only to find that Mi Xuan looked at the podium scorchingly, listening very seriously, even taking notes?

Yes, Mi Xuan had completely forgotten the medicine effect and tricky tutor at this time.

Because she discovered that what Xiyue said was actually an extremely rare mixed poison and her antidote.

Moreover, the refining of this poison is very simple, aconite, rootless flowers, frost fruit... These are very low-level elixir, it is easy to find.

In the past, Mi Xuan had always thought that these low-level elixir can at most make some intoxicating poison.

However, with Xi Yue's explanation, she found that the properties of these drugs were much more complicated than she had imagined.If two or two or three or four are mixed with each other and then boiled with special techniques, we can produce strange effects.

It turned out that the world's elixir can be so prepared?Instead of refining it into a panacea, it is directly dried and boiled?

It turns out that even toxins extracted from lower-level elixir can be turned into powerful weapons of destruction?

Mi Xuan was so enchanted that he hated that he did not bring the Shadowstone, otherwise he would have to record this lesson completely.

Meng Zisu, who was sitting behind her, poked her and whispered: "Mi Xuan, what happened, an hour has passed, why is that kid nothing?"

Mi Xuan was interrupted from studying, annoyed in her heart, and her chest tingled, causing her to cough a few times.

But soon, she showed a shocked expression, staring at the young man who was still on the stage, who was still not slow.

Yes, the effects of the poison she made should have already happened. Why did this tutor not respond?

Two hours soon arrived, Xi Yue shot on the Fuzhen stage and said in the official tone: "Today's course is over, please don't forget to complete the assignment I have arranged. If you don't complete it, you will be at your own risk. "

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the chapel completely regardless of the reaction of everyone.

When Xi Yue walked away, the people in the chapel looked at each other, but they couldn't get back to God one by one.

"Lying on the grass, suffocating the old man!!" In a dead silence, Bai Ruohuan suddenly burst into a violent roar, "Xi Yue, you are dead, this young master is incompatible with you!! Ouch~~"

As soon as he roared, Bai Ruohuan wailed in pain and groaned over his waist.

He kept the posture of standing on the table for two hours, and it was strange that he was not numb.

Yun Wenjing was both angry and funny. He recruited a doctor to treat him before frowning. "Ruohuan, has your cultivation practice broken through the early stage of distraction?"

Bai Ruohuan nodded bitterly and stretched his body several times after treatment before feeling the stiffness and numbness receding.

"What happened just now? You can't move, are you poisoned?"

Bai Ruohuan thought for a while before shaking his head: "It shouldn't be. I think my spiritual power was cut off by a force, which made me unable to move my body. But this power became weaker and weaker with the passage of time, until just now. Suddenly disappeared."