Mugo took the pen and wrote a line on the paper: "Huang Ling, the medicine is fried, you drink it hot, after drinking it, what is uncomfortable, immediately ring the bell."

After writing it, he lifted it to the front and showed it to Huang Ling.

After Huang Ling looked at it, it was a surprise and nervous.

The medicine is coming...

If the stones are mammoths and saber-toothed elephants, then she will be able to survive.

If it's just a... she might die...

Huang Ling nodded and looked up and looked at Mobson.

Even she didn’t know why, when she faced death, she actually gave up on Mobson, not her husband’s animal husbandry...

Mobson’s heart at this time is also tight.

Test medicine...

She wants to test the medicine.

The medicine is effective, she is good, it is not effective, it is a poison.

Mobson is close to the thin lips, and the surface looks quite calm.

But the heart, has been rolling with the turbulent fear.

He looked straight at Huang Ling, and he was as deep as Gu Tan. In places where others could not see, there was a wave of emotions stirring up.

Mu Gu looked at Huang Ling and saw Huang Ling's gaze. He fell on Mobson's face. He picked his eyebrows, but he did not show the disappointment of jealousy.

The soup jar came to the fourth level.

Huang Ling did not hesitate, got up and took it out in the past.

Open the lid, a thick, weird smell of medicine.

Huang Ling frowned, looked up and looked at herd.

Shemu was also watching her. When the eyes were opposite, the eyes of the pastor were very calm.

Huang Ling does not drink, but it is her freedom.

Huang Ling does not drink, he can let other infected people drink.

A touch of complexity, passing through Huang Ling's eyes.

She looked up and drank the medicinal soup in the jar.

It is so bitter, sour, and has a pungent smell.

I want to vomit, but Huang Ling hold back, this is a very precious medicine!

She frowned, and she resisted the urge to vomit and sipped.

Seeing her like this, Mobson’s hand clenched into a fist.

He looked at Huang Ling with a stunned look and was very distressed.

Really want to break through the wall and grab her pot of soup.

Finally... finished!

Huang Ling fell down like a whole body without strength.

The soup cans, fell to the ground, and then rolled for a few laps. The remaining drops of the drops, when the soup tank rolled, flowed out, leaving a wet mark on the ground.

May be the reason for drinking a bowl of medicinal soup, Huang Ling is more uncomfortable.

She opened her arms and lay on the floor.

Shegu is nervously waiting for her reaction.

Mobson also waited nervously for her reaction.

But his tension and the tension of pastoralism are different.

The tension in the pastoral history is that the medicine is ineffective and toxic, so that Song Worry will not be saved.

The threat of Mobson is that he is afraid that the medicine will be invalid, and Huang Ling will leave him.

The heart, a tight one, like a hand, is holding it.

Huang Ling also feels, but in addition to the stomach full, there is no abnormal discomfort for the time being.

She is not comfortable herself...

Time, one minute and one second passed.

Mugu and Mobson stood there waiting.

At the same time, Gu Yu, who accompanied Song Wu, was also anxious to wait for the news of the pastoral.

It should be that Song’s carelessness is poor, and those drugs that control the “Tianlei” do not play much role in her body.

Now, her whole person is empty, and she is as imaginary as she has no strength.

Seeing her like this, Gu Yu was very scared, afraid that she could not insist on dealing with the "Tianlei" medicine...