On the contrary, Ye Zhao seems to have changed a person recently, awkward and awkward, but not as passive as before... Nie Renyan felt his blood boil when he thought about it.

no! Resolutely find a way to make this little guy with a serious Electra plot dizzy, lest he crawl over to make trouble again at a critical moment! If you hold back like this, you will definitely die! He didn't want to be the first person in history to be suffocated to death, it would be too embarrassing to say it. =_,=

Chapter111

As soon as Nie Renyan's thoughts popped up, he hurriedly went to the master to put it into practice that night.

The master was at a loss when he heard Nie Renyan's description: "A medicine that is incapacitating when you pour it? The potency should be strong? ... How strong are you referring to?"

"Qiang to... I can't bear it either." Nie Renyan pointed at himself with the corner of his lips raised, his expression didn't seem to be planning anything good.

"What are you going to do?" The master wondered in his heart: Today's people are quite self-disciplined, even Tongtu and Taotie are no exception. Luo Xiaochen's attempts to turn the sky over are not the same. Who is he trying to fix? Moreover, what is his nature...hh—could it be used on Ye Zhao? That can't be harmful... Thinking this way, the master stroked his beard and said, "There are magic drugs that can make people dizzy, but the old man who can pour it over you won't be able to come out, but..."

Nie Renyan scratched his chin: "But what? Don't be rude, old man, I am in a hurry."

"Medicine doesn't work, but alcohol does."

"liquor?"

"This—" The master paused for a while, then rummaged through the cloth pocket for a long time, and found a mud-sealed wine jar, which was smaller than a normal wine jar, and could just be held in his hand. "This old man made it by himself, and the gods were drunk. Anyone who has drunk this wine so far, no matter how high the Taoism is, poured it in a cup, and then fell unconscious."

Nie Renyan was shocked by the name, thanked the old man, and wanted to reach out to pick up the wine jar. Unexpectedly, the master stepped aside with a painful face.

"Wait a minute, you don't need so much, anyway, save some for this old man." The master frowned again and flipped through the cloth pocket for a while, took out a very small jade jug, and opened the wine. The mud seal of the altar. Almost instantly, a light fragrance wafted out, and it smelled very comfortable. Generally strong wines have a thick and mellow taste, but this wine has a very light taste and is more inclined to sweetness.

"Old man, are you fooling me with juice?" Nie Renyan smelled the smell and looked suspicious.

"The purpose of this old man's brewing is for people to use it, so that they will know that it is strong as soon as they smell it. How can this old man still drink it?" As soon as most of the body of the pot was gone, he closed his hand and closed the lid. "Well, here it is for you."

Nie Renyan took the small jade pot that could pour up to two small glasses of wine, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Can you be more stingy?"

The master pretended not to hear, and put the wine jar back in the cloth pocket without changing his face.

Complaining, complaining, Nie Renyan didn't wait for the master to say anything, and took the wine jar and went back to his and Ye Zhao's hut step by step.

Recently, they usually boil porridge and drink at night for the convenience of the little one with only two glutinous rice teeth. Nie Renyan went into the kitchen as soon as he went back. The porridge in the pot had enough time, and the rice grains had already been boiled in the thick porridge soup. Looking at it, he felt that it tasted very good.

Familiar footsteps had already sounded outside the door, and Ye Zhao, who was holding Xiaodian to see Brother Qinglong, came back. Nie Renyan immediately scooped out three bowls of porridge, took out a small wine jug, and poured most of it into one of the bowls. After stirring with a spoon, he mixed the remaining part of the wine jug into the other bowl of porridge. The movements are not chaotic at all, in one go.

Until the three of them sat on the dining table, Nie Renyan took the little guy from Ye Zhao's hand, put it on his lap, picked up the bowl and fed him porridge by spoonfuls, he was all calm and didn't see it at all. A little problem.

"What's in the porridge?" Ye Zhao took a sip and felt that the taste was a little different from usual. It seemed that there was a light sweet aroma mixed in the rice fragrance?

Nie Renyan didn't change his expression: "I asked the old man for some spirit grass juice. He has a lot of it there. Get some for this little guy. Maybe he will grow his teeth soon. If he drinks porridge every night, I will fade away."

Ye Zhao: "……………………Then why did I put it in my bowl?"

"Of course we need to make up for it together, how can only this kid benefit." Nie Renyan snorted, still looking as usual.

Ye Zhao took another sip of porridge suspiciously. The hot porridge soup made a little water vapor from his heart to the bottom of his eyes. Well, it tasted pretty good. Although he intuited that Nie Renyan was more likely to give this little guy a drug than a tonic, but the porridge did have a faint aura when he drank it, so he put away any doubts in his heart—Nie Renyan should Not so childish.

Just after he thought about it, he saw two suspicious blushes on the face of the little baby who was hugged by Nie Renyan on his lap and fed a small bowl of porridge. The puff looked cute, but the reaction was obvious. Not right! The little guy suddenly laughed a few times, and swayed twice on Nie Renyan's lap like a pea.