Rubbing his hands with some embarrassment, Ai Meng showed a flattering smile at Jian'er. If it weren't for the fact that Lei, the big Buddha, stood behind Jian'er and looked fiercely, Ai Meng would have been unable to control his cosplaying Little Little Zi, rubbed his shoulders and hammered his back to give Jian'er the treatment of such a group of old Buddhas.

"Well, I said, sister-in-law, when we introduce these medicines again, can we just talk with our mouths? Just like at the beginning, I thought it was pretty good. As for those who experience it personally, let's save it?"

He glanced at Ai Meng with a smile, and then Jian'er looked at the man with a smile and found a fan of his hand. He fanned himself with a look of dog legs. Looking at Ai Meng's pitiful look, Jian'er teased him: "Don't worry, this personal experience is enough. I think it's enough for just one time. Even if you want to play it again, I'm not going to be happy. After all, this medicine is not easy to make, and it's a waste to greet you."

"Yes, right, right, waste, absolutely waste!" Facing Jian'er's narrow words, Ai Meng was not angry, but instead agreed without any wits. Compared to being teased by Jian'er before, the ecstasy experience when he was hit, what is this kind of joke about by Jian'er? It doesn't hurt the tendons, does not move the bones, and can't even rub the oily skin. It's completely irrelevant.

It's really enough - a terrible face!

Jian'er didn't know what to say about Aimon's attitude of not being afraid of boiling water. She waved to Aimon in anger: "Okay, stop talking to me here. You can see by yourself, and explain it to you while watching me."

"Okay!" After Jian'er's admission, Ai Meng immediately became energetic as if he had chicken blood. He walked towards the medicine box with a long leg.

"King of Breaking Dance?" The name written on the first bottle I grabbed was called Ai Meng couldn't help but be stunned. He subconsciously raised his head to ask Jian'er for explanation. What does it mean?

"Can you dance breakdancing?" Jian'er didn't answer, but asked instead.

Aimeng shook his head: "I don't know much, but I'm doing a good street dance."

"I don't know how to jump very well, that means you know more, right?" Jian'er asked.

"Hmm!" Aimeng responded, then raised his hand and gestured several standard breakdancing movements. Jian'er raised her eyebrows. She couldn't tell her well. Aimeng was too modest.

"That's right, it's like this!" Jian'er suddenly slapped her hands and shouted.

"So?!" Looking at his hand and looking at Jian'er, Aimon stopped the movement at hand, and the doubt in his eyes became deeper.

"Yes, I'm just like you, thrusting without bones." Jian'er said, "If you don't understand yet, I can..."

"No, no need to try it, I understand!" Seeing that Jian'er seemed to have the intention of letting him play "experience" again, Aimon hurriedly screamed.

"Don't worry, I'm not that bad yet." Jian'er threw a little eye at Ai Meng in anger, "I just want to remind you, be careful not to remove the bottle, otherwise if the powder inside is stained and hit by it, don't blame me for not having you. You must know that this thing is different from the "happy and joyful" before. The one before was a prank, not harming the body or body. This is different. If you are caught in this thing, it would be troublesome."

"How do you say it?" Subconsciously asked.

"Didn't I say it? The consequences are the same as the breakdancing you just played." Jian'er then gestured for a few times, "Bone transformation, cartilage, and thrust, the effect looks similar to the two you just played. In fact, to put it bluntly, the person who was hit will break his muscles and bones, and his muscles will constantly spasm, making people twitch continuously, and it looks very similar to breakdancing. By the way, except for the bottles I picked up just now, the ones in your hand are relatively lethal. "

Should she say that she is indeed a person in the "dark world"? She picked up so casually and picked out the medicine that is powerfully destructive.

"Bao!" Aimon hurriedly put the bottle in his palm back into the medicine box quickly, then subconsciously pulled a distance from the medicine box for a while, and then looked at Jian'er with a sad face. It's really, it's not pleasant to play with it. I didn't say anything about such a dangerous thing to remind you in advance. Is this intentional embarrassment?

"Don't worry, as long as you don't get the powder in the bottle, there will be no problem no matter how you take it." Jian'er smiled and comforted.

"Haha~" Ai Meng laughed dryly, how swollen it was, which made him have a shadow on Jian'er's medicine box. But thinking of him - a comprehensive understanding and then fighting for the best interests, Ai Meng finally gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage, and continued to check down. But even so, Ai Meng, who was shocked, subconsciously avoided himself when he took the medicine bottle again.

"This is 'sad pumpkin'? I can understand sadness. Does the person who is hit will cry? What about pumpkin? What does pumpkin mean?" A trace of doubt flashed in Aimeng's eyes. Please forgive him for not having strong understanding enough. He was really a little incompetent in understanding this word.

"I'm right in my heart. As for pumpkins, the face of the person who is hit will have swelling, and there will be vertical lines, and the face will also turn like pumpkins, so I call it 'sad pumpkin'. How about it? It's a very vivid and interesting name?" Jian'er said proudly, you know that it's all her credit.

"It's quite interesting." Aimeng smiled dryly, then flattered him like a funny sentence.

"That's right, I don't even see who's masterpiece it is!" Jian'er raised her chin and looked proud.

"And this, this is 'Chrysanthemums blooming?" As if he had thought of something, Ai Meng's face couldn't help but twitch. It was so swollen. He always felt like this was so dirty!

"Hey, I said where did you want to go? Can your thoughts not be so evil?" When Jane saw Aimon's expression, she knew that this person was definitely thinking wrongly.

"What does it mean to not be so evil? I, I didn't think anything about it. You were wrong!" Aimon looked like he refused to admit his conscience.

Jian'er said "hehe" twice, throwing a little look of contempt, and saying that she didn't think so, she almost wrote "I'm wrong" on her face. She dared to think but didn't recognize her, despise you!

"Sister-in-law, why don't you tell me in detail? You can't always think I'm wrong." Ai Meng looked humbly and asked for advice.

"It's very simple, because the effect of this thing is actually similar to that of allergic people. People who are caught will feel itchy all over their body, the skin is itchy, the flesh is itchy, and even the bones are itchy. Then they can't help scratching, and the more they scratch, the more they become, the more they get, and they can't control them at all..."

"The more you scratch, the harder you try, the skin will be thorned, and then blood marks will appear on the skin. So what this 'chrysanthemum' means is that the scratched blood marks are densely packed like the petals of the thousand-petal chrysanthemum, blooming all over the body, right?" Ai Meng asked.

"Smart!" Jian'er gave Ai Meng a big thumbs up, "It seems that you have found the naming rules for these medicine names!

Rubbing his hands with some embarrassment, Ai Meng showed a flattering smile at Jian'er. If it weren't for the fact that Lei, the big Buddha, stood behind Jian'er and looked fiercely, Ai Meng would have been unable to control his cosplaying Little Little Zi, rubbed his shoulders and hammered his back to give Jian'er the treatment of such a group of old Buddhas.

"Well, I said, sister-in-law, when we introduce these medicines again, can we just talk with our mouths? Just like at the beginning, I thought it was pretty good. As for those who experience it personally, let's save it?"

He glanced at Ai Meng with a smile, and then Jian'er looked at the man with a smile and found a fan of his hand. He fanned himself with a look of dog legs. Looking at Ai Meng's pitiful look, Jian'er teased him: "Don't worry, this personal experience is enough. I think it's enough for just one time. Even if you want to play it again, I'm not going to be happy. After all, this medicine is not easy to make, and it's a waste to greet you."

"Yes, right, right, waste, absolutely waste!" Facing Jian'er's narrow words, Ai Meng was not angry, but instead agreed without any wits. Compared to being teased by Jian'er before, the ecstasy experience when he was hit, what is this kind of joke about by Jian'er? It doesn't hurt the tendons, does not move the bones, and can't even rub the oily skin. It's completely irrelevant.

It's really enough - a terrible face!

Jian'er didn't know what to say about Aimon's attitude of not being afraid of boiling water. She waved to Aimon in anger: "Okay, stop talking to me here. You can see by yourself, and explain it to you while watching me."

"Okay!" After Jian'er's admission, Ai Meng immediately became energetic as if he had chicken blood. He walked towards the medicine box with a long leg.

"King of Breaking Dance?" The name written on the first bottle I grabbed was called Ai Meng couldn't help but be stunned. He subconsciously raised his head to ask Jian'er for explanation. What does it mean?

"Can you dance breakdancing?" Jian'er didn't answer, but asked instead.

Aimeng shook his head: "I don't know much, but I'm doing a good street dance."

"I don't know how to jump very well, that means you know more, right?" Jian'er asked.

"Hmm!" Aimeng responded, then raised his hand and gestured several standard breakdancing movements. Jian'er raised her eyebrows. She couldn't tell her well. Aimeng was too modest.

"That's right, it's like this!" Jian'er suddenly slapped her hands and shouted.

"So?!" Looking at his hand and looking at Jian'er, Aimon stopped the movement at hand, and the doubt in his eyes became deeper.

"Yes, I'm just like you, thrusting without bones." Jian'er said, "If you don't understand yet, I can..."

"No, no need to try it, I understand!" Seeing that Jian'er seemed to have the intention of letting him play "experience" again, Aimon hurriedly screamed.

"Don't worry, I'm not that bad yet." Jian'er threw a little eye at Ai Meng in anger, "I just want to remind you, be careful not to remove the bottle, otherwise if the powder inside is stained and hit by it, don't blame me for not having you. You must know that this thing is different from the "happy and joyful" before. The one before was a prank, not harming the body or body. This is different. If you are caught in this thing, it would be troublesome."

"How do you say it?" Subconsciously asked.

"Didn't I say it? The consequences are the same as the breakdancing you just played." Jian'er then gestured for a few times, "Bone transformation, cartilage, and thrust, the effect looks similar to the two you just played. In fact, to put it bluntly, the person who was hit will break his muscles and bones, and his muscles will constantly spasm, making people twitch continuously, and it looks very similar to breakdancing. By the way, except for the bottles I picked up just now, the ones in your hand are relatively lethal. "

Should she say that she is indeed a person in the "dark world"? She picked up so casually and picked out the medicine that is powerfully destructive.

"Bao!" Aimon hurriedly put the bottle in his palm back into the medicine box quickly, then subconsciously pulled a distance from the medicine box for a while, and then looked at Jian'er with a sad face. It's really, it's not pleasant to play with it. I didn't say anything about such a dangerous thing to remind you in advance. Is this intentional embarrassment?

"Don't worry, as long as you don't get the powder in the bottle, there will be no problem no matter how you take it." Jian'er smiled and comforted.

"Haha~" Ai Meng laughed dryly, how swollen it was, which made him have a shadow on Jian'er's medicine box. But thinking of him - a comprehensive understanding and then fighting for the best interests, Ai Meng finally gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage, and continued to check down. But even so, Ai Meng, who was shocked, subconsciously avoided himself when he took the medicine bottle again.

"This is 'sad pumpkin'? I can understand sadness. Does the person who is hit will cry? What about pumpkin? What does pumpkin mean?" A trace of doubt flashed in Aimeng's eyes. Please forgive him for not having strong understanding enough. He was really a little incompetent in understanding this word.

"I'm right in my heart. As for pumpkins, the face of the person who is hit will have swelling, and there will be vertical lines, and the face will also turn like pumpkins, so I call it 'sad pumpkin'. How about it? It's a very vivid and interesting name?" Jian'er said proudly, you know that it's all her credit.

"It's quite interesting." Aimeng smiled dryly, then flattered him like a funny sentence.

"That's right, I don't even see who's masterpiece it is!" Jian'er raised her chin and looked proud.
Chapter completed!