people can be bullied

I dared not speak out, so I could only bury my head and drink the medicine.

I don't know what Bai Lian added to it, this medicine is not only extremely bitter, but also has a strong fishy smell, both bitter and fishy, ​​it is really hard to swallow.I frowned, closed my eyes, and drank it bravely, but after taking three sips, I felt nauseated, and the strong bitter smell rose upstream, making me nauseated, and I almost spit it back into the medicine bowl.

If you really spit it out, it would be too disgusting.

I quickly covered my mouth, blinked my eyes, forced to hold back the desire to vomit, and then looked at the medicine bowl in my hand, there was still more than half of it left in the bowl, and it was so dark and frightening.

It was killing me.

Before this, I never knew that I would still have such hypocritical problems.

After all, I have never taken medicine.

I have never been sick since I was a beggar.

The old beggar and I never dared to get sick, because for us, getting sick means stepping into the gate of hell.As a beggar, he can’t eat enough food every day, and is poor, let alone spend money to buy medicinal materials. If he gets sick, he can only rely on himself to endure it. If he survives, he can live longer. If he can’t survive...

It died cleanly.

There are countless beggars who died of a small fever, and the old beggar is just one of them, and so am I.

Later I went to the Wuji Sect. Although my cultivation base was shallow and I was often injured, I never had the experience of taking medicine for illness. The only time I fell ill was because of my abolished cultivation base. When I got up, I dealt with the injuries on my body indiscriminately, and then went to work for a living, because I was born with rough skin and thick flesh, which actually made me survive like this.

That being said, this is the first time I've taken medicine in bed.

I once saw a young man from a rich family in the town who coughed a few times after being playful and catching a cold. , the chestnut crisps at the North Gate, the Cun Jin Tang at the South Square...

There are also foreign foals, all kinds of rare and rare treasures, just to coax the little boy to drink the good medicine and stop coughing.

I was very puzzled, so I pointed to the old beggar: "He doesn't drink the medicine, is it because the medicine is bitter? I heard those people say that medicine is very bitter. Is that so?"

The old beggar didn't answer, just patted my head, looked at the luxurious gate, and sighed softly.

Later, when I lay down for three days with the worms and rats, silently waiting to die, I thought about this again, and then I realized that the young man who refused to drink the medicine was just confident.

Because he is favored by others, he has nothing to fear.

Fear of suffering and pain has never been my prerogative.

I secretly ridiculed myself for the sudden groan, woke up my self-pitying self, lowered my head and took another big gulp, suppressed the urge to nausea, and continued to drink.

Anyway, this medicine is too bad to drink.

Bai Lian must have tortured me on purpose.

While drinking, I couldn't help but think.

Bai Lian looked at it for a long time with great interest, his eyes burning as if he could see something in it, he saw that my speed of drinking the medicine slowed down, so he asked, "Senior brother?"

"what happened?"

"Can't you drink it?"

The corners of Bai Lian's lips raised slightly, looking at it like this was malicious, as expected, the next moment he leaned over, held my wrist, looked at me, and said, "Do you need my help?"

I couldn't get away, there was nowhere to hide, I could only watch as Bai Lian took my hand, took a mouthful of medicine, and approached again.

He is irresistible.

I can't stop it either.

I can only deceive myself and close my eyes, not to see how Bai Lian is holding my lips, in the name of feeding medicine——

Wanton frivolity.