He hugged his stomach and vomited, but he couldn't vomit anything. After a bout of retching, he suddenly felt countless ants and insects crawling up his throat and jumping in his throat, like countless insect legs scratching his throat, itching unbearably.
"Well! Cough! Cough
He coughed hard.
Under the intense cough, he felt a burning tearing pain in his chest, and the itching in his throat did not subside, but became more and more intolerable, making him want to scratch.
"You, what have you done to me?" Richelieu gasped, raised his face, which was red with coughing, and looked at him, but saw that the young man was staring at him with a different and chilling look.
"Nothing, just let you eat something delicious." Duddy looked at him quietly, in a very flat tone.
Richelieu's face changed, and his heart was very angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "why do you want to treat me like this? Don't you say that you trust me completely, and I haven't betrayed you!"
"I also hope that I can trust you completely, but unfortunately, you let me down." Dudean said indifferently: "you should have told me about the prison emissary. When I have brought you out, it is tantamount to forcing me to solve them. Today, I hope you can remember that any trouble you have caused me can not be your chance to get rid of."
Richelieu looked pale and said, "I don't mean that. It's just that the situation was urgent at that time. I didn't think of it, and you didn't ask me, i..."
"There is no need to explain. Whether you have this idea or not, this time it will be a warning to you. If you think carefully in the future, such punishment will last all day!"
Richelieu was angry. His fingers clenched slightly and then slowly loosened. He suppressed the anger at the bottom of his heart. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the itch on his throat became more and more intense, which made his lips tremble uncontrollably. He gave a low roar, raised his hand to pinch his throat, and put the laryngeal knot against the neck bone. This kind of pressure and friction immediately relieved the itching for a moment. However, after a few seconds, the strong itch recovered again, and there was a faint feeling of spreading to the palm of the hand.
He quickly released his hand, itching and twisting his head. Although his posture looked extremely strange, and he was determined not to make such a self destructing action with his former image and dignity, he did not care about it at the moment.
However, just twisting his neck could not completely suppress the itching. He could not help lifting his hand again and squeezing it hard on his throat. He even felt the urge to stab his finger into his throat.
"Ah, ah!" He growled and snorted heavily.
"The effect of this thing seems to be better than I expected. It seems that the radiation here is not without any benefits." Seeing his body twisting and intolerable appearance, he was both surprised and satisfied. He thought that it was necessary to inject him several times more to make him feel addicted. However, it was only the first time that he used it. It was obviously due to the soil of this era, the characteristics of mulberry leaves and other addictive plants planted in this era, which were better than those in the old times Too much too much.
"Ha, ha, er..." Richelieu bowed his head desperately, pressed his throat to death, and let out a strange low roar. His wrinkled face was red and sweaty.
Dudean looked at the wall clock hanging on one side of the wall, quietly watching the time.
A quarter of an hour later, Richelieu finally could not bear it. Gasping for breath, he begged to dudean: "give me the antidote. Please, I, I really did not betray you, I really did not..."
Dudean looked at his beseeching eyes and felt a touch in his heart. Even if he was stronger than Richelieu, he could not resist this small plant. He was silent for a moment. He slowly took out a small metal bottle from his pocket and said, "there is an antidote in it. You can find a piece of paper, roll up the antidote, light the paper with fire, and suck the burning smoke into it to relieve itching."
Richelieu's red eyes looked at the small metal bottle in his hand, and he was eager to snatch it immediately. After hearing dudean's words, he had no other thoughts. He immediately turned around and looked around. Soon he found the books piled on the desk. He quickly rushed to the desk, grabbed one of the books he had read, opened the book and pulled out several books.
Because too anxious, the trembling palm of the hand accidentally tore the paper to pieces.
He was so anxious that he tore it off again. After tearing off the two pieces, he returned to dudean and gasped: "antidote, antidote!"
Dudean threw the metal bottle to him.
Richelieu took it quickly, opened the bottle in a hurry, and poured out the contents. They were black and gray, like smoked grass or ashes. He breathed and poured them on the paper, and quickly rolled them up according to dudean. When he had finished rolling, he suddenly thought of the lack of fire, and looked around in a hurry. However, he did not see the flint and the matches which had recently replaced the flint.
With a sound, the light of the flame lit up. Dudean lit a match and handed it to him. He said indifferently, "I hope you can remember this lesson."
Seeing the faint light of the match, he felt excited to see the dawn in the dark, and even felt a trace of gratitude to the hatred of dudean. He completely ignored dudean's words, quickly handed the rolled paper to the match, and watched the match ignite the paper. The flame slowly burned in front of him like a pen pole, and there was a kind of light that would embrace him The feeling.The smoke drifted up from the roll, and he thought of dudean's words, tried to bite his own piece of paper and gently sucked it up.
A puff of smoke suddenly inhaled into his lungs, choking him to tears, followed by a strong nausea and severe cough. He coughed hard, while patting his chest, patting, he suddenly found that the strange itch on the throat actually gradually disappeared, no longer so painful.
"It seems to be the real antidote." He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In order to prevent the detoxification from being thorough enough, he took another breath and was choked to tears again. The lung of his chest was burning fiercely. However, compared with the unbearable itching before, the burning pain was just paradise. Moreover, he slowly felt that his body became lighter and lighter.
"Don't swallow it all. Suck it through your throat and spit it out of your body." "He said.
According to his method, Richelieu took a breath again, and then slowly vomited it out. Suddenly, he felt fresh and fresh, which made him a little intoxicated.
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