He held his stomach and vomited, but nothing could be vomited out.
After bursts of retching, he suddenly felt countless ants and bugs crawling up his throat and jumping around in his throat, like countless The insect's legs scratched his throat, making it unbearably itchy.
"Cough cough cough" He couldn't help coughing hard.
Under the violent cough, he felt a burning tearing pain in his chest, and the itching in his throat did not subside, but became more and more unbearable, making him want to scratch.
"You, what did you do to me?"
Richelieu gasped, raising his face that was flushed from coughing to look at Dudian, only to see the young man staring at him with a different look that made people shudder.
"I didn't do anything, I just let you eat something delicious."
Du Di looked at him quietly, his tone was extremely calm.
Richelieu's face changed, and he was extremely angry.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you doing this to me?
Didn't you say that you completely trust me?
I didn't betray you."
"I also hope that I can trust you completely, but it's a pity that you let me down."
Du Di'an said indifferently: "You should have told me about the supervisory envoy before I brought you out.
It's like forcing me to deal with them.
I hope you can remember today that any trouble you cause me will not be an opportunity for you to escape. " Richelieu looked ugly and said: "I didn't mean that.
It was just that the situation was urgent at the time.
I didn't think of it, and you didn't ask me."
Dudian waved his hand, "No need to explain.
Regardless of whether you have this idea or not, this time is a warning to you.
If you are careful again in the future, this kind of punishment will last for the whole day."
Richelieu was angry in his heart, and he clenched his fingers slightly, then slowly released them.
He suppressed the anger in his heart, and just when he was about to speak, the strange itch in his throat became stronger and stronger, so much that his lips trembled uncontrollably.
He growled, raised his hands to tighten his throat, and pressed his Adam's apple against his neck bones.
The pressure and friction immediately relieved the itching.
However, after a few seconds, the intense itching It recovered again, and there was a faint feeling spreading to the palm of my hand.
He hurriedly let go of his hand and couldn't help but twist his head because of the itch.
Although the posture looked extremely weird, with his previous image and majesty, he would definitely not make such a self-destructive action, but he couldn't care about it at the moment. .
However, just twisting his neck could not completely suppress the itching.
He couldn't help but raise his palms to pinch his throat again, and even had the urge to stab his fingers into his throat.
"Ah, ah" he growled, breathing heavily.
"The effect of this thing seems to be better than I expected.
It seems that the radiation here is not without any benefits."
Dudian watched his body twisting and unbearable.
He was surprised and satisfied in his heart.
He thought It takes several more injections to make him feel addicted.
I didn't expect that just the first use would have such a great effect.
All this is obviously due to the soil of this era, the mulberry leaves grown and other addictive substances.
The characteristics of plants are much stronger than those of the old days.
"Eh, eh, eh" Richelieu lowered his head desperately, pressed his throat tightly, and let out a weird low roar.
His wrinkled face was already flushed and he was dripping with sweat.
Dudian turned his head and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, watching the time quietly.
A quarter of an hour later, Richelieu finally couldn't bear it anymore, gasping for breath, and begged Dudian: "Give me the antidote, please, I, I really didn't betray you, I really really didn't."
Dudian looked at the pleading look in his eyes, and felt a little touched in his heart.
Even a powerful figure like Richelieu could not resist this small plant in the end.
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He was silent for a moment, then slowly took out a small metal bottle from his pocket and said, "This contains the antidote.
Find a piece of paper, roll up the antidote, light the paper with fire, and inhale the burning smoke."
It relieves itching.”
Richelieu's red eyes looked at the small metal bottle in his hand, and he wanted to snatch it immediately.
After hearing Dudian's words, he had no other thoughts.
He immediately turned around and looked around, and soon found the pile on the table.
He quickly rushed to the desk, grabbed one of the books whose name he had seen before, opened the book and pulled out a few books.
Because he was too eager, his trembling palms accidentally tore the paper into pieces.
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
He pulled it off again.
After pulling off two pieces, he returned to Dudian and gasped: "Antide, antidote."
Dudian threw the metal vial to him.
Richelieu quickly took it, opened the bottle hurriedly, and poured out the contents.
They were black and gray things, like smoked grass, and like ashes.
He gasped and poured these things on the paper. , quickly rolled up as Dudian said.
After the roll was finished, he suddenly thought of the lack of flames and looked around hurriedly, but did not see the flints or the matches that had recently replaced the flints.
There was a popping sound and the flame shimmered.
Dudian lit a match and handed it to him, saying indifferently: "I hope you can remember this lesson."
Seeing the faint light of the match that was handed to him, he felt excited about seeing the dawn in the darkness, and even felt a hint of gratitude to the hated Dudian.
He completely ignored Dudian's words and quickly handed the rolled paper to the match. , watching the match ignite the paper, and the flame slowly burning along the pen-like roll of paper in front of me, I felt like I was about to be embraced by the light.
Smoke rose from the rolling paper.
Thinking of Dudian's words, he tried to bite his own section of the rolling paper and sucked it in gently.
A puff of thick smoke was immediately inhaled into his lungs, choking him so much that he almost shed tears, followed by a strong nausea and a violent cough.
He coughed hard and patted his chest.
Suddenly, he found that the strange itch in his throat gradually disappeared and was no longer so painful.
"It seems to be a real antidote."
He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
To prevent the detoxification from being thorough enough, he took another breath.
He choked again until tears flowed out.
The lungs in his chest were burning, but this kind of Compared with the unbearable itching before, the burning pain was like heaven, and he slowly felt his body relax and become light.
"Don't swallow it all, suck it through your throat, and then spit it out of your body."
Dudian instructed.
After hearing this, Richelieu followed his method, took another breath, and then slowly spit it out.
He suddenly felt refreshed and extra energetic.
This refreshing feeling made him a little intoxicated
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