The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

Man: "So, how much do you two want?"

"Ahem...we...we... came to Thousand Poison Valley, not to buy this medicine...cough..." Mu Zhiming was born in a family of Zanying, with strict family precepts, even when he was the youngest, he had never been there In the song and dance studio, how do you know that people in the Jianghu are so genuine, that this kind of medicine can be sold on the bright side, although he tried his best to restrain the calmness of his voice, he still couldn't help covering up his embarrassment and shyness with a light cough.

"Then what are you two doing here?" The man was puzzled.

Mu Zhiming's words were shocking, and he explained his situation clearly in a few words.

The man hissed after hearing this: "What? Cold scorpion poison? It's strange, this poison is indeed from our valley. Our valley has always claimed that there is no cure for this poison, and it will kill you if you swallow it. I have never heard of it. If you are in this situation, then you two wait here, I will report to Master Shaogu and see what she says."

"Thank you." Mu Zhiming cupped his fists.

After the man left, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, only Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan were there.

And the medicine called 'Aphrodisiac Powder' was still on the table.

Mu Zhiming still felt a little uncomfortable and coughed lightly twice.

Gu Heyan frowned: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm not uncomfortable." Mu Zhiming said quickly.

After speaking with Gu Heyan, Mu Zhiming was no longer so embarrassed. He laughed and joked: "In fact, there is a reason for Qiandugu to make this medicine. Since ancient times, the word love is the most difficult to decipher. Isn’t the human mind a kind of poison?”

Gu Heyan nodded and agreed: "Yes."

Having said that, Mu Zhiming looked curiously at the medicine on the table, and saw that its powder, pills, and ointment were all dark red, with a peculiar fragrance.

After knowing the efficacy of this medicine, Mu Zhiming naturally couldn't help but think of the sex between himself and Gu Heyan.

Except for the time in the bridal chamber, Gu Heyan never wanted to ruthless him again.

I have always served him comfortably first, and then vented myself, and I will not ask for a second time.

Although Gu Heyan didn't say anything, Mu Zhiming knew that Gu Heyan was afraid of tiring him.

The two poisonings and the recurrence of the previous lung disease made Mu Zhiming's body much weaker.

And the man said just now.

Take this medicine, do not feel tired.

If I can let Gu Heyan have a good time...

"What are you thinking?" Gu Heyan's voice suddenly sounded.

Mu Zhiming came back to his senses, bent his eyes and smiled: "I just think the lid of the ointment box is quite interesting."

At this moment, the man came back and said to Mu Zhiming, "Our Lord Shaogu wants to see you."

Leaving the Diaojiaolou, Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan followed the man to the depths of the village. The three of them stopped in front of a small and exquisitely carved wooden building. Several guards checked their bodies and confiscated the dagger and sword. Only two people were allowed to enter the building.

Inside the building, light gauze curtains intertwined with purple and pink hang from the wooden beams, and a huge bamboo screen is used to separate the cabinet and the outer room. It is used for meeting guests.A graceful woman in purple clothes was standing by the window, holding a dustpan in her arms, full of unknown dried flowers, she frowned and lowered her head to pick out the dried flowers, with an irritable moan in her mouth The sound of 'tsk tsk' seemed to dislike those dried flowers.

"Master Shaogu." The man said, "He brought it here."

Qu Qianning looked up.

She glanced around, put down the dustpan in her hand, and asked, "Which one has survived the cold scorpion poison?"

Mu Zhiming took a step forward, bowed and saluted: "Meet Master Shaogu."

"Oh, it's you." Qu Qianning walked up to Mu Zhiming, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him to the desk. Mu Zhiming staggered a step, and she immediately said impatiently: " Don't be a jerk, come over to me quickly."

There was a wooden bowl containing clear liquid on the desk, Qu Qianning didn't talk too much nonsense, she took Mu Zhiming's hand and put it on the bowl, then took out a silver needle from her waist, and went to Mu Zhiming without hesitation. Zhiming's fingertips pricked, directly pricking blood from Mu Zhiming's fingertips.