From the beginning of civilization

Chapter 312: It's even harder to drink

The old man with the tail who was watching in the trash can saw the two people and decided to take out all the money in his account and exchange it with the two people for the two duel disks.

In the eyes of Mr. Tail, this is a good thing and can be regarded as a holy relic.

Moreover, these two things were made by Fan himself, so they are definitely much better than those broken bamboo sticks.

I have to say that Uncle Tail does have some ideas.

Qingque suddenly covered his stomach and said, "I'm so hungry."

Fan took out the skewers he had bought from the stall and handed them over. At the same time, he took out one and started eating: "Come and have some."

Qingque looked at the skewers in front of him and swallowed his saliva, but when he thought of the taste in his mouth, he sighed helplessly.

"Take it away and stop irritating me. When will the effect of your potion wear off?"

"Speaking of this, it's only about 24 hours. This should be the time you took the medicine yesterday. Just wait another half an hour and you'll be fine." Fan responded.

"Really?" This is really great. Qingque showed joy on his face.

She hasn't eaten anything from last night until now. Fortunately, she ate the delicious food made by Fan yesterday at noon, otherwise Qingque felt that she really couldn't hold on until now.

Seeing Fu Xuan dressed in pink, Fan waved: "Hey! Fu Xuan, why are you here? Are you going to play two rounds too?"

Fu Xuan stopped where he was, expressionless, staring straight at Fan, as if to say, I will kill you with my eyes.

Qingque's reaction was a bit big. He stood up immediately as if it was a conditioned reflex and shouted in panic.

"Master Taifu, please don't deduct my salary. I will go back to work now."

(▼へ▼メ) Fu Xuan...

After saying this, Qingque suddenly realized that he was in working state.

He slowly turned around, touched his head, showing his white teeth, and laughed: "Master Taifu, what is this wind? How did it bring you here?"

Fu Xuan took a deep breath and said coldly: "Nothing, I just want to ask one thing."

Fu Xuan took out the bottle of black potion from the space equipment and asked, "Can this thing be mass-produced?"

Fan looked at Fu Xuan in front of him calmly, as if he had expected it.

Because I gave the other person a subtle reminder yesterday.

However, Fan did not say that this was his latest improvement.

As for the mass-produced thing, it is used there to interrogate prisoners.

How wonderful it is to be able to make the other person feel extreme pain without dying.

If this thing existed in a certain world, it would definitely be welcomed by those people.

"It can be mass-produced, but the stuff it produces is even more awful to drink than this. Are you sure you want it?"

Fu Xuan was slightly stunned after hearing this. Is it even more unpalatable than what she had?

Fu Xuan shook the black medicine bottle in his hand and asked again, "How many times harder is it to drink than the regular stuff?"

Fan touched his chin, thought for a moment, and summarized his words.

Let me tell you this, after I drank it and arrived in that world, I didn’t feel any pain.

"After drinking the mass-produced potion, you'll constantly roll around in that world, feeling all the bitterness and pain flooding your heart. It's a pain worse than death."

Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and leaned back in his chair.

"Would you like me to give you a bottle of mass-produced medicine? Take it back and try it."

As he spoke, Fan rummaged in his pocket and pulled out his original version of the potion.

Placed on the table next to it.