The Host Is Always God Expand [Quick Transmigration]

Of course, Siming Palace doesn't have drugs, such as Mafeisan, Mongolian sweat medicine, mandala...they don't have any in the prince's palace.

But the fourth prince has a first-aid kit, which contains high-purity liquor, which was "invented" by the grain distillation method inspired by His Majesty Shaozhi when he was young when he watched the palace people make wine.Although it is alcohol, it has a good bactericidal effect and is equipped in all first aid kits.If Li Wenzhi remembers correctly, it was at——

Li Wenzhi dragged out a small box of carved lacquered wood from the end of the bed. The patterns of flying dragons and phoenixes were auspicious and delicate, beautiful and classic.If it weren't for the big "ten" character carved in Yang engraving on the front of the box and the red paint on it, there would be no sense of disobedience at all.

If the concentration is too low, the bacteria cannot be killed, and if the concentration is too high, it will not be able to penetrate the wound. In order to achieve the best disinfection effect, the concentration of modern medical alcohol is 75%. 95%, but he did not do this step, but ordered people to brew Gao (disinfected) sorghum (poison) wine (agent) with an alcohol concentration of about 75%.Of course, precision control will not be as accurate as modern ones.

Some high-altitude wines sold in the modern market can reach 70 degrees.The "alcohol" in the first aid kit is essentially wine, so it should be drinkable.

Can also stun people.

Li Wenzhi uncorked the porcelain bottle, and a scent of grain and wine permeated the air.He deftly poured half a bottle of the pureed meat in the kitten's porcelain bowl—afraid that it would evaporate too much, he added more.Then he picked up an unidentified wooden stick in the first aid kit and stirred it to mix the two evenly.

"Master Su Su, you, what are you doing!" 1111 was so frightened that he stuttered for the first time.You must know that although its host loves to play with it all the time, and its cognition seems to be a little flawed, it has never done such a cat-harming thing!What is that unknown suspicious liquid!The most outrageous thing about the host is that he tried to cheat points from key people in the first world-in the end, 1111 also found out that it was a misunderstanding. The host was not engaging in emotional strategy at all, he just wanted to fall in love.You see, the second world is all right!

It's only been two days since I came to this world, and I still don't know the situation. 1111 made another big mistake and didn't dare to communicate with the host.It felt that the cat that Li Wenzhi wanted to feed was a bit suspicious, but it turned out like this after a while, obviously it had a good time with Xiaojin in the last world!

"This is edible wine, but the alcohol content is a bit high." Li Wenzhi explained casually.

After mixing it like this, the smell of alcohol is very strong, and normal cats should not eat it by mistake, but the assassin... Although he only had one look, Li Wenzhi believed in his own judgment. Very thin, doesn't look like eating well.

... The point is wrong!Who cares what that suspicious liquid is!Isn't the point what the host wants to do to the big cat? 1111 is roaring.

Um, wait, high alcohol?The host felt that it was shameful to get the gender wrong in the last world, so he planned to act first?What, the taste of the host of the 1089 universe earthlings can't be understood by this simple system.

What kind of mess did you watch on Double Eleven?Li Wenzhi, who received the information completely, was completely fascinated.

After the meat paste was finished, Li Wenzhi threw the wet wooden stick into the trash can, picked up a piece of soft yellow-brown paper from the tray on the table to wipe his hands, and threw the paper into the trash can.Well, according to Dai Viet, it should be called "gray box".

In ancient times, there was no white garbage, and the things in the gray box could be disposed of together with Ye Xiang, but the emperor was a particular person.

Don't doubt it, it's so "modern". If it wasn't for His Majesty Shao Zhi who couldn't start the electrical revolution by himself, the whole of Dai Viet can't guarantee it, but the palace people in Xinghe City might be able to surf the Internet with their mobile phones.

Li Wenzhi plugged the porcelain bottle, put the first-aid kit away again, put it back at the end of the bed, then put the kitten porcelain bowl on the window sill, looked again, and found that there was nothing missing, then turned around and lifted the curtain, and went out to wash.

Usually, the original body will continue to stay in the room, wait for Caiwei to bring the toothbrush tools, and then take a bath after cleaning the teeth, but occasionally brushing teeth and taking a bath at the same time.Li Wenzhi naturally couldn't let Caiwei in because of the aroma of this house of wine.

It was time to go to bed after washing. Li Wenzhi tried his best to lie on the bed calmly and close his eyes, but he kept thinking about the small bowl on the window sill.

"Qiang *%!&, Frontier &(&#..." 1111 is still playing Dayue Mandarin, which has become a noise.

Feeling depressed and unable to vent, Li Wenzhi chose to attack 1111: "1111, guess what time it is?"

"According to the sky and the angle of the moon, it can be inferred that it is roughly in the middle of Xu time." 1111 seamlessly switched to the time broadcast in a non-standard Vietnamese official dialect, and then responded pleasantly, "Host, don't you call me Double Eleven La!"

In the middle of Xu time is eight o'clock in the evening.

...Forget it, the artificial mentally retarded can't understand the subtext.Li Wenzhi admitted that his mentality was indeed a little bit bad.

So it was rare for him to answer 1111's words seriously without any slight malice or perfunctory: "Well, okay, stop reading."

1111 quieted down, but Li Wenzhi didn't fall asleep either. He closed his eyes and listened to the "rustling" sound of the gauze cabinet being blown by the evening wind.There was still a smell of wine in the wind at first, but I don't know if it was because of getting used to it or because of too much evaporation, it has gradually disappeared.

He recalled that during the football game in the second grade of high school, he finally heard the sound of "dang".

Li Wenzhi opened his eyes.

The moonlight is like water, pouring down from the gap of the screen window in fine pieces, coldly sprinkled the room, and shone on a small mole on the eyelid of the man on the ground.

The dropped porcelain bowl was of good quality, it was not broken, and it was still spinning around tenaciously.The soaked meat paste was thin, and it still flowed out at the original pouring angle.Li Wenzhi squatted down, grabbed the small bowl, and stopped the louder sound it might make.

Clenched tightly, picked it up, fingertips clasped the edge of the bowl, slightly white.

In the night, I heard the smell of 焞焞, and the Fupan raccoon was fainted.

"Su Su host!" 1111 didn't fall asleep this time, and stuttered again from fright.Such a big person!What about the cat!

Li Wenzhi didn't speak, he held his breath, and lifted the one on the ground...he didn't lift it.

He didn't feel embarrassed, but let out a sigh of relief, a little relieved.From the very beginning, he faintly felt that this clumsy method could really capture this assassin.As for a living person, he didn't intend to hide it.

"1111, except for a time-traveling emperor, it's the real ancient times. If I don't sleep most of the night, is it possible that I plan to fall in love with the female cat in the garden?" Li Wenzhi blinked, as if he had missed something.

After teasing 1111, Li Wenzhi continued to study a certain assassin on the ground who was drunk and lethargic—what did he eat, and why was he so heavy? !

You know, although the original body is an engineering nerd, he is proficient in riding and shooting courses, and planing wood also requires physical strength, so there is absolutely no shortage of arm strength.

He watched for a long time, then went to pick off the assassin's black clothes.

"Su—" 1111 was like a screaming chicken whose throat had been choked, and the conversation stopped abruptly after Li Wenzhi pulled out a dagger from under the assassin's skirt.It also thought...hehe...hehe...

The dagger has a leather case, but the shape looks familiar... Li Wenzhi pulled it out and saw the familiar faint blue light.

You Guang hears and knows, sees and sees, and looks at each other speechlessly.

If the dagger could talk, it would probably be like this: "Hello, handsome pot, we met again, do you miss me?" But it's a pity that the dagger can't speak, so Li Wenzhi inserted it back silently.

Li Wenzhi continued to grope, and there were five small knives and daggers hidden in the skirt alone, as well as a few porcelain bottles of unknown use, and a few plasters.God knows that the assassin put so many things in it, and it still doesn't wobble when walking.

He felt that it didn't feel right, so he untied his obscene clothes——

Armor as thick as a knuckle!solid!

"Shouldn't high-sensitivity assassins be equipped with leather armor? How could it be plate armor for shield warfare?" 1111 couldn't help but start complaining.

Li Wenzhi was untied by the assassin, and he felt twenty catties lighter.Then he found a pair of "iron trousers" on the assassin's legs, which were more exaggerated than the jacket. Li Wenzhi visually estimated that it was about one millimeter thicker.

In the end, the things that Li Wenzhi took from the assassin and put aside were: three daggers, two knives (one of which had a bloodletting slot), a soft sword, a whip, a pyramid, and a cable claw ( One end that can be put on a whip), six porcelain bottles, five plasters, two flints, two cloth belts, a set of iron armor, a needle crossbow, dozens of needles, three unknown mechanisms, and dozens of iron sheets One piece, a pair of extremely heavy night shoes (after checking, Li Wenzhi found that there were two horseshoes on the sole), a set of night clothes, and a set of obscene clothes.

It is simply a humanoid self-propelled arsenal!

Huh?What seems wrong?

The untied items weighed at least fifty catties, of which the iron suit accounted for more than half.Now Li Wenzhi easily picked up the assassin, lifted the curtain, put him on the bed, and lay down himself, carefully measuring the man in his arms.

The assassin was still drowsy, and there was still a faint smell of alcohol in his breath. Presumably he didn't touch alcohol at all, so he fell down after just a few sips.

With some bright moonlight, Li Wenzhi could clearly see the facial features of the assassin, his eyes were closed, and his long and dense eyelashes were also sleeping peacefully.The eye sockets are deep-set, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are also sharp-edged, and the cheeks are a little thin and sunken. This kind of thinness makes the facial features more profound, with a feeling of the Western Regions.

He stroked the Assassin's hair, the long hair was untied and messy, maybe there was a reason why it was tied all the time, but the small curls at the end were natural.

The body is a little bit harsh when hugged, not the kind of muscular and healthy body that is hard and hard, but will hit the bones.Li Wenzhi's palm brushed across the assassin's neatly arranged eight-pack abs. He must have been well-trained before, but he hasn't been well taken care of recently.

There are also small wounds, most of which are abrasions caused by various objects on the body, especially the hands. There are moist red marks on both wrists, and even pus bleeds in severe cases.There were no major wounds, but the knotted scar on his chest was really shocking.

Li Wenzhi finished the assessment, put down the assassin again, and went to the end of the bed to get the first aid kit to treat the wound.

...Host, you didn't wear clothes for people! 1111 wanted to remind, but Li Wenzhi closed the small black room halfway, and could only squat down and think about it, and couldn't help thinking about it.

The author has something to say: I guess you don't know:

焞 (the first sound of tun), means grand sound.

That poem (?) was written blindly by the author. I always feel that it is an ancient Chinese text. It must be something of the times. Stunned to the side." Yuefu poem (???) style, time, place, characters, events all complete ()

There is an update, hehehe~

Thank you for the rabbit's thunder and nutrient solution, it was a waste!