Chapter 172

At the same time, behind Langsheng, Cheng Jing also appeared.

"Are you going to stay for the summer vacation?" Lu is still a little surprised. Shouldn't they all go to spend their summer holidays and have fun?

"Of course. How are your recruits feeling? "

Lu Shangxin panicked. Quan Yi had trusted her so much that he even told her these things!

Seeing that Lu hasn't answered yet, Quan Yi replied, "it shouldn't be very good. Just now he caught one and died."

Cheng Jing knows that housekeeper Luo really gave him up. He's just a useless chess piece!

Cheng Jing's dazzling white coat was lonely and thin under the deciduous tree. His coat is a pure white short sleeve, and his lower body is some loose trousers.

Naturally, even if he didn't speak, Quan Yi recognized him.

"My name is Cheng Jing, a homeless man." Cheng Jing introduced himself and added the following four words to remind him that he was no longer a mercenary.

Quan Yi nodded slightly and looked up and down at him with a smile.

That useless place finally came in handy.

……

Quan Yi left Cheng Jing the only remaining space in the two districts as his laboratory and gave him sufficient and favorable conditions.

As long as he can continue to study another poison with different effects, good or bad, it can be included in the military region's vault.

The vault of the military region is a place to preserve the first works and glorious deeds. What goes in is infinitely glorious.

In the stuffy room, the sound of the potion "Gulu Gulu" is like boiling water, and the strange taste permeates this space.

"Well, what are you trying to do?" Langsheng walked in carefully and picked up a bottle of semi-finished products.

Cheng Jing doesn't want to wear a mask. A pair of black glasses are on the bridge of his nose. His eyes and expression are as gentle as water, and the scars on his face are not so ferocious and terrible.

"I'm going to make a chronic toxin. I have time to customize it. As long as time passes, the organs in my body will be eroded." Obviously, it was such a terrible poison, but he could finish it easily and continue to operate the production process with indifference.

Chronic toxin, asheran's body doesn't know how to recover.

Cheng Jing takes out a white mouse from a small cage and feeds it to drink the bottle of new poison.

Tut. Langsheng couldn't help frowning. It was necessary for the experiment.

"You seem to have pity on this little fellow." Cheng Jing took her expression into his eyes and asked in surprise, "Wang, when did you become such a tender heart?"

Tenderness? It's just pity for the weak, because the world doesn't need the weak, so it can't last sooner or later.

"Don't call me Wang. Your strength should be called my elder or sister. Wang, it can only be said by the weak. It's just a fear of me. "

A paragraph can change a person. In these words, she did not deny Cheng Jing's strength, nor did she divide him into people on the other side.

No matter how warm the stove is in winter, it is no better than listening to a person's sincere sweet words to himself. Material can't compare with people's sensitive and fragile heart.

……

"Young master." An old man timidly entered the dark room.

The candlelight in the room was lit, and the boy who had been rocking in the chair was wearing cotton pajamas. The cat walked proudly, raised her head, and disdained her beautiful eyes.

The blinds let in the faint sunlight, and more than half of the books fell from the bookshelf.

Suddenly, housekeeper Luo had a bad feeling.

"Here we are."

"Yes, young master."

On the road black, an open eye, empty and colorless, staring at the scalp numb.

Housekeeper Luo insisted and asked, "young master, what can I do for you?"

"Who allowed you to touch her?"