A little bit of itching started in the middle of the back and gradually spread to the entire back, just like it was crawling with lice. The itching that was going through it made people just want to scratch it hard.
Zhou Zitong gritted his teeth, endured the numbness and itch, and said: "Brother Yuwen, let's just compete. What else is there to compete in literary and martial arts?"
"Of course you need to make it clear before the competition!"
Xia Xia Yu smiled and said, "You and I have no hatred, and we can still talk, right?
We are brothers who can sit down and drink together after all, right?"
Zhou Zitong endured the tingling, "Uh... yes... yes! But..." "It's nothing but..." Xia Yu said, "Our friendship cannot be like two wild dogs fighting blindly, and the fight will be bloody.
It looks like a gourd, right?
So we have to set some rules first, so that it will be easy to tell the winner and loser later, and it won’t hurt the harmony.
Right?"
"It seems... it seems to make sense..." Zhou Zitong could hardly say the entire sentence because he was itching. He really wanted to scratch it with all his strength, but scratching it in front of so many people would really affect his image.
However, although the itching was uncomfortable, his thinking was clear. He seemed to feel that Yu Wenxia's words seemed to mean something. Didn't he and Ling Erjie often fight like bloody gourds?
Like two wild dogs?
He felt uncomfortable for a while, but he couldn't explain it.
Xia Xia Yu had already noticed Zhou Zitong's strange behavior and secretly laughed, "Boy, I don't just challenge you if you want to! When you have nothing to do, I can play with you, but at this critical moment, I don't have time to make mushrooms with you!"
The itching on Zhou Zitong's back was naturally Xia Yu's handiwork. The powder Xia Yu just scattered was the scale powder taken from the wings of the back-grabbing butterfly.
The so-called "back-scratching butterfly" is a kind of butterfly in the endless forest. There are a lot of scale powder on its wings. If it is inhaled, it will cause the back to be extremely itchy, and people can't help but scratch the back.
, that’s why it’s called the back-grabbing butterfly.
This is not a great poison. If it is not treated, it will disappear in three days at most. The medicinal wine that Xia Yu took out is a special medicine for relieving numbness and itching, so although Tie Butterfly and the others are also here
In the room, I inhaled the scale powder of the back-grabbing butterfly, but nothing happened.
Zhou Zitong didn't have a chance to drink the medicinal wine, so he naturally fell into the trap. His back was itchy and made him restless.
Xia Xia Yu coughed lightly and said slowly: "In a competition between brothers, no matter whether you win or lose, you can't hurt the harmony, so you must first establish rules.
Let’s talk about Wen Bi first. In fact, I hope we have Wen Bi the most.”
"oh?
How... compare?"
Zhou Zitong leaned hard on the back of his chair, hoping to relieve the numbness and itch.
However, the back of the chair was still smooth, so it was of little use. He pretended to adjust his posture and moved again, rubbing his back and feeling a little more comfortable.
"Who is better in kung fu and who is lower? The comparison is based on overall quality, but no matter how comprehensive it is, it is still a collection of different specialties. Let's compare one by one.
By the way, the level of combat effectiveness does not only depend on the level, do you agree with this?"
"agree!"
Zhou Zitong gritted his teeth and endured the itch, "It doesn't just depend on the realm."
"Brother Zhou is indeed a sensible person! Come on, have a drink!"
Xia Xia Yu filled a glass of wine for Zhou Zitong, and then poured a glass for himself, "Please!"
Seeing Xia Yu drink all the wine in one gulp, Zhou Zitong had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drink. His back felt terribly itchy, and his hands were shaking a little when he was holding the wine glass.
Tie Butterfly and others also noticed that something was wrong with Zhou Zitong. His body was twisting and turning and his expression was very funny.
"Brother Zhou, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Iron Butterfly asked kindly.
"No...it's nothing..." Zhou Zitong secretly bit the tip of his tongue, used the pain to divert his attention, sat up straight, and said, "I will continue to discuss the competition with Brother Yuwen."
Xia Yu smiled "haha", "Yes, yes, keep talking... Come on, let's talk while drinking!"
If you encounter the scale powder of the back-scratching butterfly, you should definitely avoid drinking alcohol if there is no antidote, otherwise the itching will become even worse.
Zhou Zitong drank another glass of wine and felt his back became more itchy. Now he just wanted to find a sharp object and rub it hard on his back.
"Wenbi is indispensable for Qinggong, but this Qinggong..." Xia Yu smiled complacently, "I believe Brother Zhou also knows my Qinggong very well. Does Brother Zhou think he can do it?"
"Short distance, you... you... are awesome..." Zhou Zitong almost trembled, "But... long distance, not... necessarily!"
"That means long-distance light kung fu needs to be tested!"
Xia Yu took out a pen and paper from the storage space and said with a smile, "Let's write it down first. The long-distance light kung fu is a competition! Of course, this is a literary competition!"
Seeing Xia Yu writing slowly, Zhou Zitong couldn't stand the itching anymore. He just wanted to take off his clothes, find a rough tree and rub it hard.
Although he was a little surprised that he suddenly felt itchy, Zhou Zitong didn't think about poisoning. After all, he only drank a few glasses of wine after coming in, and several people in the room drank the same wine, so the wine must be fine.
Zhou Zitong estimated that he might have encountered some bugs or something like that on the way here, and he should just find a place to take a good bath.
Zhou Zitong couldn't stand Xia Yu's writing efforts. It was too itchy. If he stayed any longer, he would definitely lose his composure. So he gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Brother Yuwen, um... I suddenly... suddenly remembered
There is still something... something urgent... after I finish it... let's... talk... again!"
After saying the word "talk", before Xia Yu could speak, Zhou Zitong left like a gust of wind.
After coming out of Xia Yu's room, Zhou Zitong immediately ran into the woods far away. When he reached a place deep in the woods where no one could see, he took off his shirt and found a big tree with a rough skin.
Damn, rub it hard.
"Huh... feel good..." Zhou Zitong took a long breath and muttered, "What happened today?
Are there any bugs here? Go take a bath soon! If not, ask a friend who knows how to treat diseases to have a look, it’s really strange!”
... Zhou Zitong seemed to be running away, Xia Yu deliberately made a surprised expression, "He... why did he run away like that?
Isn’t it a competition?”
"I don't know..." Tie Butterfly said, "He seems a little uncomfortable."
"It seems..." Xia Yu scratched his hair, "It's like he has a bad stomach and is restless!"
"But you have deceived him so miserably, how can there be any competition in literature or martial arts?"
Wang Chongsi smiled and said, "I think that guy is a guy with a hole in his head."
"I just don't want to compete with him now!"
Xia Yu shrugged, "Don't worry about him. If he's looking for someone to compete with at this time, he does have a hole in his head... Come! Drink, drink!"