Old Man Yao made a big noise, "The bad guy doesn't read medical books. There is a kind of grass called Wuyou grass. If you eat this grass in moderation, you will forget something. You can't eat too much, just eat more people.
Will become an idiot.”
"Master, I don't read medical books. I'll read my own books after I've finished writing them. This will save you much more trouble. I will just learn all the things my master has learned throughout his life." Sima Luo knew that Laozi Yao had always had medical records and those recipes.
, medicinal properties, poisons and other things will be recorded in detail.
The old man's lifelong wish is to write a book about poisons, record various poisons in the world, and then find the medicines that are mutually beneficial and restrained.
He peeled the eggs and yelled while eating, "It's just Master, is it in your medicine warehouse?"
"You want to use it?"[
"Master, I want to turn all those who offend me into idiots."
"Bad boy, I'm talking nonsense again. This thing is useless and there is no antidote."
"I can't die, why do you need an antidote?"
"No."
"When the master lies, his beard will blow." He said jokingly, his slender fingers still need to pull the master's beard?
"Damn kid, get out!" Lao Man Yao glared at a certain apprentice. The lid of the pot held in his hand almost knocked it on him!
Sima Luo laughed and said, "Don't get out, master. I mean it's true. This amnesia... I have a woman I like, who doesn't remember what happened before, and even forgot me. I have to find a way to let me go.
She recovered."
"The woman you like? When did you have a woman you like?"
"She is in Beiwan...uh, in the palace." His eyes flashed, and he felt distressed when he thought that Su'er didn't remember him.
"Boy, have you done something bad again?"
"No. I just... sent her to Beiwan Palace for her safety. I asked Murong Jing to protect her at the cost of three cities. But now... the situation is a bit complicated. Master, you think of a solution. I
I don’t know how she lost her memory, but if she didn’t say a few words to her, she would…” Sima Luo frowned, and in other words, “I, I haven’t spoken well.”