Take the system to ancient times

In Tianxin Valley, Luo Luo told that the red-eyed guy in front of him was the leader of the Demon Cult wearing a human skin mask. Before he could express that he was seriously frightened, he was driven out of the valley by Xinghe.

"That's the end of the data collection, just leave it to me. Go out and research the five kinds of Gu insects, and don't come back if you don't finish the research!"

Luo Luo: ...

Xinghe couldn't understand Luo Luo's extremely sad mood when he was kicked out of his home. When only he and the leader were left in the entire Tianxin Valley, he obviously felt that the leader's aura relaxed, as if he believed that Tianxin Valley was safe, and his whole body was oppressed. Condensed back into the body, even the red glow in the eyes seemed to be a little lighter.

The current Demon Cult leader looks more like an ordinary person.

Xinghe was thankfully lamenting that the decision he made was correct. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Demon Cult, who had relaxed, was still a high-cold brown candy, but this brown candy learned to act like a baby without a teacher!

The reason is this.

Since the leader of the Demon Cult refused to let Xinghe brush his skills, Xinghe decided that if the skills were not enough, he would use medicine.

It just so happens that there are a lot of precious medicinal materials in Tianxin Valley.

So as soon as he arrived in Tianxin Valley, Xinghe pulled out the treasures in the valley and made a bowl of calming soup for the leader.

Since things like calming soup are good for the leader, Xinghe made him drink a bowl every day during the few days in the Demon Cult.

When he was in the Devil's Cult, the leader would take a bowl and drink it all in one gulp, very happy and worry-free.

But now what?

The rabbit-eyed leader with a cold expression turned a blind eye to the bowl of calming soup, Xinghe had fed it to his mouth, and he was able to avoid the medicine bowl skillfully, without leaving the half-meter range around Xinghe.

I thought that the leader refused to drink the medicine because he found that the medicinal materials used to boil the medicine had changed the smell, and Xinghe, who was chasing the medicine, had to coax him in circles because the leader took him as the center of the circle to "hide and seek". Yes, but this one is more effective, hurry up and drink it!"

However, Xinghe has turned himself into a circle, and the leader still hasn't finished drinking the medicine.

The circled Xinghe said that he could do nothing about it, and you would not drink it if you had to change the medicinal ingredients, so let's change back to the head office of the medicine from the Devil's Cult, shall we? !

After changing the prescription and boiling the medicine, Xinghe, who thought the leader would drink it obediently this time, realized that he was still too naive.

Furious to explode! ! !

However, Xinghe said that he had no choice but to face a leader who was crazy, couldn't remember anything, and had a much higher force value than him.

He almost knelt down to him, okay? !

So why do you refuse to take medicine? !

Not acclimatized? !

Will the medicine that can be drunk in the Devil's Cult kill the Martial Saint if taken in Tianxin Valley? !

If you can't beat it, would you believe it or not? ! !

Threats and lures failed to make the leader drink the bowl of medicine, and Xinghe, who was almost mad, pressed his hungry and deflated stomach after tossing for a long time, and finally came up with a good way.

If you have the ability not to drink medicine, if you have the ability, don’t eat too?

He wants medicine!meal! !

Xinghe rushed into the dining room with medicinal herbs that have a calming effect, and in front of the leader of the follower, he crackled and chopped them up, and then threw them into the pot together with the rice, and stewed them into a pot of rotten, sticky, smelly, strangely colored The medicinal porridge was placed in front of the leader who, like Xinghe, hadn't eaten anything all day.

At this time, the leader didn't realize that it was a bowl of porridge. He thought it was another traditional Chinese medicine, so naturally he didn't touch it.

Until Xinghe picked up the bowl and ate it.

Adhering to the principle that as long as you are not good, then even if I am not good, it is good, Xinghe got rid of the unspeakable medicinal porridge, and clearly told the leader who blinked with rabbit eyes: "This is today's dinner. Others, if you like to eat, you won’t get away if you don’t.”

The leader who lost his memory protested, since he became obsessed, he doesn't like to talk, and his face has few expressions, but his body movements are rich.

He quickly ran to the dining room, fished out a fish from the pond, and put it in front of Xinghe.

"Want to eat fish?" Xinghe asked with a sneer.

The leader nodded.

"Okay." Xinghe: "Go and dream, there must be in the dream."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the leader, straightly packed up his bedding, washed up and prepared to rest.

The leader easily refused to leave Xinghe half a meter away. When Xinghe moved, he followed. Xinghe washed, and he also washed. Xinghe slept, and he also went to bed.

Xinghe sneered and closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the time to pass.

An hour passed, and occasionally there would be a rumble or two in the stomach of the leader.

The leader pushed Xinghe to signal that he was hungry.

Xinghe walked back to the dining room with the leader, pointed to the bowl of medicinal porridge that had already cooled down and said, "Eat it."

The leader refused firmly and unyieldingly. He was unyielding in might and unmovable in hunger. He was really a real man with strong bones.

Xinghe gave a thumbs up and showed his big white teeth in a smile: "Don't eat, that's fine, then let's go back to sleep."

So go back.

Another hour passed, and the gurgling sound in the leader's stomach had become a sonata. Xinghe didn't plan to fall asleep today, so he simply hummed a ditty to the sonata.

People who practice martial arts resist hunger, which means that they will not be hungry even if they do not eat, but that they will starve to death slower than others.

In fact, in order to ensure sufficient energy and blood in the body, martial arts practitioners eat a lot more than ordinary people, and the more advanced the realm of martial arts, the more so.

The leader couldn't bear it, and pushed Xinghe again.

Xinghe grinned and took him to the restaurant to drink porridge. The leader, who had no idea why he was being tortured like this, finally opened his mouth: "I don't want to drink medicine, I want to eat."

Xinghe: "No medicine, no food."

Hierarch: "Bitter..."

Xinghe asked him: "Then why were you willing to take medicine when you were teaching?"

The leader opened the golden mouth for the first time, and then it went smoothly: "I gave it to you."

Drink what the little brother gives, but don’t drink what I give?Xinghe dared to explode, suddenly remembered something.

Because the leader lost his memory, in order to ensure the dignity of the leader, Xinghe once taught him some messy things.

For example, he once said that everyone in the Demon Cult is his younger brother, and in front of the younger brother, he should behave like a leader.

Could it be that, in the understanding of the leader who lost his memory, the appearance of the leader means that he should not be afraid of suffering?

Xinghe laughed instantly, wanting to tell him that I am actually your little brother too.

Knowing the reason, Xinghe couldn't force the leader to drink medicine, after all, no one thought that the leader with amnesia would be afraid of suffering.

Those who are afraid of suffering are children.

At this moment, Xinghe had automatically adjusted the age of the leader of amnesia to be below five years old, and five-year-old children are afraid of hardship, so naturally they cannot be forced, they can only be persuaded.

Xinghe found the fish that the leader had fished out, and walked into the kitchen with his sleeves on.

First continue to boil the medicine on the small medicine stove, then stew a pot of rice, and then scrape the scales of the suffocated fish to remove the internal organs, clean them and put them in the pot to make braised fish.

After half an hour, the rice and fish were ready, and the medicine had time to boil.

Xinghe laid out the rice, fish and medicine, and told the leader: "If you drink medicine, you will eat, if you don't drink medicine, you will not eat."

Where is the leader so obedient?Relying on his own strength, he ran away if he grabbed the rice and fish.

Xinghe didn't stop him, but said coldly: "You have robbed rice and fish now, and you will only have medicinal porridge in the future."

The leader paused when he heard the words. Although his face was expressionless, the grievances in his rabbit eyes were about to overflow. He walked back slowly, put down the rice and fish, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank it in one gulp, holding his breath.

There was a smile in Xinghe's eyes, the same as when he was drinking the medicine in the middle school, it seems that drinking the medicine in the middle school really made things difficult for him.