Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Sometimes Zhao Ke would release Lei Mu and Wang Na and let them play together.

But as the medicines Wang Na ordered in Brazil also began to arrive from the waterway (smuggled), Wang Na no longer asked Zhao Ke to release Rem, but asked Rem to maintain sufficient dormancy.

"Basically there is no problem. I came up here just to ask you to take a look at the synthesized medicine."

As Wang Na spoke, she took out a box, which contained a syringe filled with dark blue medicine.

This is her latest synthesized product.

Zhao Ke put the syringe in his hand, and saw that the blue medicine was covered with crystals, reflecting a mysterious luster under the sunlight.

"This potion can last for 15 minutes, but in your subconscious, the 15 minutes will be magnified to at least three days!"

There are many ingredients in this medicine, all of which are internationally contraband, and some of them can only be delivered by water.

It is more of a healing drug than a psychedelic drug, and it has a certain degree of addiction. To put it bluntly, it is a high-end drug.

Zhao Ke stood up, nodded and said, "Since the medicine is ready, let's get ready to start."

Wang Na didn't seem to have expected that Zhao Ke would be so decisive and straightforward. She nodded and followed Zhao Ke down the stairs. However, when the two of them pushed the door and walked to the corner of the second floor.

But Zhao Ke stomped his feet abruptly, turned around, and looked at Wang Na. The stern look in Wang Na's eyes instantly gave Wang Na a bad feeling, but before she could take any action, she saw Zhao Ke's His hand quickly waved in front of Wang Na.

The potion was originally intended for Zhao Ke, but now it stabbed directly into Wang Na's chest.

Pressing the syringe with her thumb, Wang Na opened her mouth as the medicine was injected, but she couldn't even make a sound, and she fell straight on the ground.

Different from Wang Na's description, she didn't enter the subconscious state, and she even thought very clearly. She looked at Zhao Ke in front of her with uneasy light in her eyes.

"Fool, do you really think I will trust you so much??"

Zhao Ke half-closed his eyes, grabbed Wang Na's body with his palm, and saw a black shadow come out of Wang Na's body and return to Zhao Ke's hand.

This is not Wang Na's soul, but Zhao Ke's soul.

Of course Wang Na didn't know that her every move was completely under Zhao Ke's supervision, and she changed one of the medicines in the synthetic medicine, and Zhao Ke saw it for real.

The synthesis method of this potion is of course correct, and even the final product is exactly the same as what Zhao Ke found.

It's just that the effect of the potion is not to let him fall into a deep sleep, but to paralyze most of his nerve cells, turning him into a vegetative person with consciousness and consciousness but unable to move a single finger.

Looking at Wang Na's struggling eyes, Zhao Ke stretched out his hand and dragged Wang Na's hair, and walked to the first floor step by step.

"I told you, I'm in a bad mood!"

Wang Na's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and Zhao Ke's voice came from her ears, but soon Wang Na understood what was happening, her pupils tightened, and her body trembled slightly, but unfortunately she couldn't even blink now, so she could only watch Looking at Zhao Ke, he dragged her into the kitchen step by step.

Chapter 292 The Old Hooligan Among Musical Instruments!

In the old-fashioned broadcasting machine, there is a low and brisk music playing, which is a foreign classic piece of music "Gothenburg Variations"

"Grumble!"

The accompaniment under the music is not boiling bubbles in a small porcelain pot.

The crystal grains of rice are mixed with red beans, mung beans, sweet potatoes, lotus seeds, peas, and jujubes. I don’t know how long it has been boiled. In the boiling porcelain pot, the rice grains are gradually full.

The long wooden spoon gently drags the bottom of the pot, and gently pushes up to stir. With the stirring, the fine shredded meat is wrapped in shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and shrimps, and they are stirred out together.

The white shredded pork is wrapped in the rice grains as it is stirred, and the milky white porridge surface is filled with red, green and green beans that have swelled up, and the bean curd is fried in the pot.

With the addition of shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and shrimps, under the light, this bowl of Laba porridge looks even more attractive.

Pinch a pinch of salt with your fingers, sprinkle it lightly along the surface of the pot, then turn off the fire, and carefully put the porridge in a small ceramic bowl.

On the left is a stack of small pickles, and on the right is bright green fried rapeseed.

Although they are all the simplest meals, whether it is the arrangement of pickles or the fragrance of the small rapeseed, paired with this bowl of hot porridge, the aroma that hits the face will undoubtedly increase the appetite.

Only the only difference is.

There are no guests today.

Zhao Ke took over his kitchen skirt, slowly sat down where the diners used to sit, and looked at the clock, which was approaching the 12 o'clock pointer.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly remembered something, and took out an apple from the stamp album.

Looking at the empty room in front of him, after vigorously wiping the apple a few times, he saw Zhao Ke put the apple on the place beside him.

In the dim room, only the lights on the dining table shrouded the back of Zhao Ke who was drinking his porridge with his head bowed. Apart from that, there was only a very small voice: "Happy Christmas Eve!"

At the same time, far away in the farmyard of Li Village at the other end.

Qi Liang was surrounded by several old men and women, chicken, duck, fish, mountain delicacies and fresh bamboo shoots, everything.

After eating, Qi Liang's mouth was full of greasy food, and people continued to enthusiastically serve Qi Liang with food.

In recent years, although the countryside has also been greatly developed and the economic conditions are good, I have already bought my own car.

Every household has built a small three-story western-style building. Those who have some resources open half of the farmhouse and live a prosperous life.

But young people will still run to the city, after all, who wants to stay in the mountains all their lives.

Right now, there has been no new face in the village for a long time, and now Qi Liang is here, and he is a good friend of Hei Pang. In addition to the last funeral about the four old people, Qi Liang put in a lot of effort, so this compound All the people in Qi Liang were very enthusiastic.

Especially when they learned that Qi Liang planned to learn from their master in their Li Village, the Xiangqi Band, the old people were so happy that their teeth almost fell out.

Nowadays, the business of playing gongs and drums is getting harder and harder to do, and few young people are willing to learn it.

Hei Pang was also forced to learn from an early age.

Now that I hear it, someone is willing to come to learn, and my own craftsmanship has been passed on, of course I am happy.

"Xiao Liang, what do you want to learn? Why don't you come and learn to play drums with me? My family has a hundred-year-old Wuniu drum. If you want to learn this drum, it will be yours!" An old man enthusiastically put a drum in Qi Liang's bowl. Big chicken legs, open your mouth to seduce.

Heipang almost bit his tongue, and after coughing several times, he whispered in Qi Liang's ear: "Wu Niu Drum, good stuff, it is said that it was made of black cowhide that was sacrificed in the palace in the late Qing Dynasty, and it has Qing Dynasty imperial seals on it. The big seal of the Tianjian, if you knock it, all the little ghosts in the ten directions will run away."

Qi Liang's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he almost nodded in agreement.

As a result, at this time, on the other side, the old lady put two earthen eggs by Qi Liang's hand, took Qi Liang's hand and said: "Son, what's so good about playing drums? Learn to play the flute from me. I have an old Xiao. It’s also an old object from a hundred years ago, but fortunately it’s well preserved, so I’ll give it to you if you want it.”

"Quickly agree, that Xiao is made of the root of an old bamboo spirit. I, Cao, didn't even give it to me back then!"

Hei Pang stomped his feet, pinched Qi Liang's thigh with one hand, and gave him a wink to make him agree quickly, that was a treasure.

"What are you playing Xiao, you should follow me to learn the sheng, so why not give him my big purple sheng."

Seeing this, some people were not happy, and began to stand up and fight. It is not easy to learn an art. What's more, they can all see that Qi Liang's roots are very good, and he is a rare upright person. Even if you die, you can still smile and meet the ancestors of Li Cun Xiangqi.