F{h*F 5#/Lj826 third brother drank poison dicine
She had to admit, it took dical skill as profound as hers to distinguish potent poisons, even those that were colorless and tasteless.
Third brother simply eavesdropped while she taught fourth brother, and after skimming through a few dical books, he beca so formidable…
It was a kind of talent that was freakishly, unsettlingly good!
If he really were to et a great master to teach him, for instance, herself.
Wouldn’t he, in no ti, beco even more impressive than her?
“I hate it most when soone is smarter than ,” she said sourly, “because it just makes seem stupid.”
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His eyes twinkled, and he suddenly grinned, “Wife, does that an I’m smarter than you?”
“Get lost!” She glared at him. “If you don’t scram, this old lady will poison you to death!”
Far from leaving, he instead embraced her. “Wife, are you so keen on being a Mom, shall we have a baby?” He sniffed her glossy black hair like a dog. “Look at this hair, how smooth and silky it has beco. When we first t, it was just like straw, a bird’s nest…”
“Xiao Yuchuan, you’re really asking for it!” She pushed him away with an ice-cold expression, “Your hair is like straw, you’re the one with a bird’s nest!”
“Getting angry so easily? Such a petty temperant, no wonder they say that both the base person and woman are difficult to handle.”
Her gaze turned into sharp arrows shooting toward him, “Still talking?”
“I’ll stop, I’ll stop.” Seeing her displeased, he quickly coaxed, “Be nice, wife, don’t be mad at your husband. Although I quite like seeing how animated you are when you’re fuming, I would be upset if you really died from anger.”
She spoke in all earnestness, “I’m not dead yet, but I’ve already suffered an internal injury from anger.”
His face imdiately showed deep concern as he reached into her clothing, “Where’s the injury, where? Let feel it?”
She slapped his hand away. “Hands off, get away!”
He looked around the pharmacy. “It’s not convenient to roll around here; I could roll a few tis at most, and the worst would be having to wash my clothes. But if I were to roll into a ball, get dizzy and accidentally break your herbs, that wouldn’t be good.”
“Get lost!”
He kept up his teasing smile, “Do you really have the heart to see dead?”
“What’s there to be reluctant about?” She wore an indifferent expression.
He joked, “Then I’ll just go and die.”
She pointed at the dead mouse that had just drunk the dicine and now lay rigidly on the table, clearly dead.
He exclaid in shock, “Wife, you’ve poisoned your pet mouse to death!”
“Yes.” She picked up a pot, “It died after drinking the dicine from this pot.” She passed the pot to him, “If you want to die, drink this and you’ll be free of this world.”
He asked with a smile, “So you’ll stop being angry if I drink this?”
“Of course.”
“Alright.” He took the small dicine pot from her hands, brought it to his lips, tilted his head, and gulped down the poison in two or three swigs. Afterward, he even smacked his lips, “Tastes a bit bitter. If we had so sugar at ho, I would have added so beforehand.”
She watched him down a whole pot of poison with no expression on her face, but her heart was incredibly shocked, as she said in disbelief, “Third brother, did you really drink it?”
He turned the empty pot upside down, not a drop fell out, “Drank it, and didn’t waste a single bit.”
“Don’t you know this is a deadly poison?”
“I know.” He flashed a bright smile, his teeth white and shiny, “Drinking it ans you won’t be mad at , right?”
“But this poison is a new concoction of mine, I don’t have an antidote, and drinking it ans you will really die!”
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