Bright Era

Sensitive Mr. Grand noticed Lin Qi's subtle gaze, and he straightened up his body casually, deliberately protruding his lower abdomen. With this obscure physical movement, Mr. Grand is admonishing Lin Qi-the things you guessed do not exist, and the noble Lord Grand is an undiminished hero of the past.

But Mr. Grand's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the small crystal pill bottle in Lin Qi's palm. He knew who the distinguished guest professor Lin Qi served was. The secret medicine master Kecha, this is a master-level figure that the empire has spent a great price to recruit. One of the things that Master Kocha is most famous for is that ten years ago, in a royal hunting ground in a certain western continent, he used a potion of life-returning potion to rescue a certain king whose internal organs had been severely damaged by Warcraft.

Ten years later, the king whose liver was torn to shreds was still alive, still standing full of vitality about the affairs of the kingdom.

With such a magical method, maybe the small bottle of medicine in Lin Qi's hand is really from the magical Mr. Kocha? A magical potion extracted from the mysterious herbs of the East? It sounds tempting.

Rubbing his nose with the smooth silver-inlaid stick of the small vine cane, Mr. Gran sneered noncommittal: "Master Kecha is a respectable figure, Lin Qi, you won't use fake medicine to damage the reputation of the master, right? ?"

Lin Qi looked at Mr. Grand in surprise. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled strangely: "Did I say that this is a potion refined by Master Kocha?"

Gran sneered noncommittal a few times, and shook his head gently. He thought he had seen through Lin Qi's little trick, this kind of medicine must have been produced by Master Kecha. Based on Lin Qi, the little villain's connections and connections in Berriley, what good medicine can he get? The only place where he can get medicine is Kecha's laboratory.

Lin Qi didn't say a word, he walked to Grann, took out a small piece of brown bread from his sleeve, then opened the medicine bottle and dropped a drop of pale pink viscous medicine on the bread. When the medicine was fully absorbed by the bread, Lin Qi blew the whistle and threw the brown bread into the room, just in front of the golden dachshund lying in front of the fireplace snoring.

The dachshund, which was more than a foot long, slowly raised its eyelids. It looked at the brown bread in front of it, sniffed carefully, and hesitated for a while, then opened its mouth and swallowed the piece of brown bread. Gran waved his cane disapprovingly, brown bread? His wife loves this little dachshund the most. It eats oatmeal and white bread on weekdays. When did he eat such inferior food as brown bread?

"A villain student is a villain student!" Gran tilted his mouth, he looked at Lin Qi a little tired: "But the university city needs such students to exist."

Grand knew that several things he had done through Lin Qi, including tracking his wife’s carriage, finding out the true identity of the nobleman whom his wife had recently hooked up, etc., these things are all Lin Qi helped him finish. Of course, these things are all connected through Father Bahrain, and there has never been a direct connection between the two.

This was the first time that Lin Qi had a face-to-face communication with Mr. Grand. Mr. Grand was full of disdain for Lin Qi, but at the same time he was full of fear.

Just as Mr. Grand frowned thinking about these messy problems, that is, within three or five breaths, the little dachshund with luster and luster suddenly shivered violently. Its original purple-green eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes and turned red. It made a low growl, and the golden dog hair stood up one by one, making its slender body appear extraordinarily strong.

It's not just the poor puppy's body that is getting stout, but a certain part of it is swelling rapidly at an astonishing rate.

The big winter is not the season for animals such as cats and dogs to estrus, but rather they replenish their energy for the coming year. But after eating the piece of brown bread, the puppy has become very energetic. It is gasping for breath, sluggish bloodshot eyes staring at the piece of Mr. Grann’s seat just now. The cushion, wailed and threw on it.

A tiger leaped onto the seat, the little dachshund's mouth curled up, with a weird smile, his limbs hugged the cushion made of oriental silk and Middle Eastern long-staple cotton, his body undulating violently stand up.

Mr. Grand opened his mouth. He had also taken some strange drugs at certain moments of powerlessness, but no drug could have such a magical effect. In just three or five breaths, this little dachshund has become so impulsive, so powerful?

Mr. Gran’s heart beats violently, his lower abdomen is hot, and the charming face of Miss Gina, the lead dancer of the Gisé wandering troupe, flashes before his eyes, and her youthful, vigorous, like a female leopard Beautiful body.

"Oh, this magical potion!" Grand held his hands on his back, lowered his voice and said, "Well, student Lin Qi, how much do you think this bottle of potion is worth?"

There was a sound of ‘pouch’, the little dachshund had punctured a hole in the cushion, and the white cotton flew up.

Mr. Grand's mouth twitched, and his interest in the potion grew stronger. So domineering and mighty, he suddenly remembered his youth.

"A bottle?" Lin Qi looked at Mr. Grand in surprise: "What are you kidding? A bottle? No, no, no, this kind of magical medicine is difficult to prepare, and the raw materials are extremely scarce. In the mysterious East, only theirs Kings and nobles are eligible to enjoy it. How can this potion have tentacles bottle by bottle?"

With a sly smile, Lin Qi smiled at the startled Mr. Gran: "One drop is a gold coin, dear Mr. Gran, this magical potion is sold drop by drop. You see, ready-made examples are here. , How energetic is your little cutie now?"

The poor little dachshund had torn the soft cushion to pieces. It couldn't wait to jump onto the sofa in the corner of the room, and shook violently while holding a new cushion. Mr. Grand stared at the shattered cushion in a daze, and rubbed his chin with his cane thoughtfully: "A drop of a gold coin should be a fair and reasonable price. I must admit this. This magical Potion, he is worth the price!"

Standing up, Mr. Grand said solemnly: "This bottle of potion can contain about 100 drops? Student Lin Qi, if you are willing to give him 30 gold coins, then you and how many of yours My friends, all of their subject evaluations this year are excellent!"

Are all subjects excellent?

Thinking of the core members of the Iron Fist Brotherhood whose grades have always been on the pass line, Lin Qi immediately plugged the medicine bottle into Mr. Grand's hands.

"Generous Mr. Gran, it's yours!"

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