I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 190 5 Colors and 6 Colors of Decoction

Liu Qingpeng was still thinking.

Fu Tiancheng withdrew his gaze and was also thinking, it was just a guest official identity, why did Liu Qingpeng think about it for so long?

He unconsciously stroked the teacup in his hand.

Ji Heyu seemed to be concentrating on waiting for Liu Qingpeng's answer, when he caught a glimpse of Fu Tiancheng's actions out of the corner of his eye.

His eyes lit up and he raised the bowl to signal Fu Tiancheng to drink tea.

Fu Tiancheng subconsciously raised the teacup, but when he was about to drink it, he came to his senses and distanced himself again to make sure it was the teacup.

He relaxed and prepared to drink a sip of water.

Liu Qingpeng finished thinking and came back to his senses to see Ji Heyu staring at Fu Tiancheng with sparkling eyes.

He turned his head and saw Fu Tiancheng's actions and just opened his mouth.

"Don't…"

Then Fu Tiancheng suddenly turned sideways and spit out something.

Liu Qingpeng: “…”

"Hahahaha!"

Ji Heyu laughed and slapped the table, "No matter how careful you are, you still got it."

Fu Tiancheng felt the strange taste of sour, bitter, spicy and hot in his mouth. When he heard the laughter beside him, his eyebrows twitched.

Fu Tiancheng directly threw out a formation plate and guarded the room tightly, then he looked up and looked at him sinisterly.

"Ji Rufeng!"

Ji Heyu felt the tightly sealed space around him and his laughter stopped abruptly.

He blinked, sat down obediently, and pushed the soup that Fu Tiancheng had just pushed over to him again. A flash of inspiration came to him, and the thick soup turned into clear tea.

"Swish up."

Fu Tiancheng didn't answer. He glared at Ji Heyu angrily.

"When did you change it?"

He had been keeping an eye on Ji Heyu before, leaving him no time to do anything.

Ji Heyu touched the bridge of his nose and said, "When Xi girl left."

Fu Tiancheng: “…”

So I started plotting against him as soon as he entered the door!

Liu Qingpeng looked down at the things on his desk, his eyelids twitching.

A bowl of thick soup and a cup of tea, nothing unusual looking from the outside.

If you don't take a sip, who would know that these two things are reversed.

His face was expressionless.

"Such a powerful illusion, and you use it to play a prank on me."

Ji Heyu was very modest, "I'm very modest, I'm very modest."

"It's totally unworthy of mention."

Fu Tiancheng: “…”

Just give him some color and he'll open a dyeing factory.

This guy really hasn't changed at all.

He immediately stood up and rushed towards Ji Heyu, "Wait for death!"

Ji Heyu's eyelids jumped and he flew away.

"You can't afford it!"

"You dare to bring it to me when it's so bad, why can't I afford it?"

"But you poured it and drank it yourself!"

"It's not because of you!"

Two people of different ages started chasing each other, and the room suddenly became chaotic.

Liu Qingpeng sat in his seat, looking calm.

The feeling of going out to gain experience when I was young has returned.

He lifted the bowl of soup and took a sip.

Liu Qingpeng froze instantly.

It tastes sour, bitter, spicy and hot that it's hard to imagine how it was made.

The most important thing is, Fu Tiancheng’s bowl is obviously fake, so how come his is real?

Liu Qingpeng put down the bowl, picked up the glass of water and took another sip.

Exactly the same taste.

He had a wooden face.

It turns out that everything in front of him is real...

A long spear suddenly shot out in front of Ji Heyu who was fleeing, and he almost stopped in his tracks.

Then he was caught by Fu Tiancheng, slapped on the back of his head, and heard Fu Tiancheng's sinister voice.

"Just keep running."

Ji Heyu: “…”

He didn't care about Fu Tiancheng and turned to look at Liu Qingpeng.

Then I saw the cups and bowls in front of him that had been moved.

Ji Heyu suddenly burst into laughter.

I thought I could only trick one person, but I didn't expect Liu Qingpeng to drink both.

Liu Qingpeng turned around and stared at Ji Heyu expressionlessly.

"Beat him to death."

……

in the room.

Yan Ping leaned back in his chair, sleeping uneasily, his brows slightly furrowed.

The memories evoked by a mouthful of soup turned into a dream and unfolded at this moment.

Yuanzhou.

Away from human habitation in a valley with lush trees.

There is a simple yard.

The yard is filled with racks where all kinds of rare and exotic medicinal herbs are hung to dry.

There is also a stove burning with spiritual fire next to it, and pots for boiling medicine are placed on it.

A pharmacist who looked quite young, holding a tray of medicinal materials in his hand, watched the heat and put the herbs in slowly.

The medicine soup in the medicine pot turned from red to purple, then from green to blue, and was accompanied by a pungent smell in between.

In the room, leaning against the window, the pale-faced young man Yan Ping felt pain in his eyes as he looked at the changing colors in the medicine jar.

He turned his head back expressionlessly, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

But the pungent smell could not be ignored.

He endured for a long time, but finally couldn't bear it anymore. He turned to look at the pharmacist outside, his face full of murderous intent and murderous aura.

"Can you please stop enduring it!"

The pharmacist heard the noise and slowly turned his head. He had a handsome face and seemed unaware of Yan Ping's murderous intent, and his expression was gentle.

"Does it stink?"

Yan Ping looked at him with red eyes, "It stinks."

A trace of apology and guilt appeared on the pharmacist's face.

"So could you please stop staying up!"

The apology and guilt on the pharmacist's face disappeared, replaced by a serious, "No."

The bloodshot in Yan Ping's eyes never faded, his pale face looked as gloomy as a ghost, and he stared at the pharmacist with murderous intent.

"If you keep going, I'll kill you!"

The pharmacist thought for a while, then said seriously, "That won't work either."

Yan Ping raised his hand. Although there was nothing in his hand, a sword intent gathered out of thin air.

A chilling murderous intent enveloped the pharmacist.

The pharmacist watched his movements and spoke slowly.

"You are not in good health, don't use your sword intent rashly."

Yan Ping remained unmoved.

The pharmacist sighed, "Your sister will be back tonight."

The sixteen-year-old Yan Ping froze.

The invisible murderous intent receded.

But the more Yan Ping looked at him, the more annoyed he became. He had just forced himself to use his sword power, and his already weak body felt even weaker.

Before falling down, he swung his hand to close the window.

He didn't care about the severe pain in his fingers.

The pharmacist in the yard raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, a little confused, "Did he want to kill me just now?"

But he didn't care. He walked to the shelves where the medicinal herbs were placed and began to choose them with great difficulty.

"I used the sword intent again. Let's add some Moonlight Grass this time."

"The dosage was not enough last time. It seemed like there was no effect after I drank it. I'll add some more bitter spiritual roots."

Yan Ping endured the pain in his body and gritted his teeth when he heard the pharmacist talking to himself.

He didn't know many herbs, and Yuehua Grass was one of them. It was very sweet and was the raw material for Yuanzhou's sugar making.

He really didn't understand why this sweetener could be used to make medicine!

There is also that bitter spiritual root, which is said to be good for the body, but his body is not necessarily that good.

This person is here just to torment him!

When Yan Ping thought of this, the murderous intent that had been suppressed rose again. His uneasy mood aroused the injuries on his body, causing waves of severe pain.

Time passed in pain. Yan Ping curled up on the bed under the window. When he was half asleep, he felt a pungent smell approaching.

Realizing that he was about to take the medicine, Yan Ping couldn't help but close his eyes tighter.

The man slowly helped him up, speaking in a gentle voice.

"Yan Ping, do you want to drink it all by yourself, or..."