Chapter 626: Sinking

"It should be because he is too good, you are worried that you can't control it. r?anw?e?n?" Du Dian looked indifferent, but there was a deep meaning in his words, "It is a good thing that the weapon is sharp. It is sad and incompetent to try to destroy it so as not to be used by others, what do you think?"

"What you said is that I didn't expect you to know more than me at such a young age." Richelieu smiled modestly and took the opportunity to compliment Du Di'an. Anyway, compliments don't cost money, but will bring benefits to yourself, no matter who you are Is it a friend or an enemy.

Seeing his humble and restrained attitude, Du Dian frowned slightly, took out a small iron bottle from his pocket, and said: "This is sleeping medicine, I'm going out for a while, you take the medicine and rest here, and wait for me to come back. "

Richelieu glanced at the small black iron bottle in his hand, forced a smile and said, "I have already given my allegiance to you, and I will never betray you, let alone we are already on the same boat, if I betray you , It’s like a dead end, I can’t go back to the monastery anymore, if you are really worried, you can send someone to monitor me.”

"No one here is stronger than you." Du Dian said indifferently: "You are right. If you are really a smart person, you really shouldn't betray me, because you will die then! But, I can't put my Can you understand that your wealth and life are on a person who doesn't know whether he is really smart or really stupid?"

Richelieu was at a loss for words, and said with a wry smile, "Okay, I'll take it." He took the small iron bottle and unscrewed it, and poured out two black pills from it. The pills exuded a strange fragrance. In the entrance.

"The portion is not enough." Du Dian said: "Although this is made by the Great Potion Master, just one can stun a high-level hunter, but your physique is too high. You don't have to be polite with this bottle."

The corner of Richelieu's mouth twitched slightly. Seeing Du Dian's unquestionable gaze, he knew that it was useless to say more. He immediately poured the whole bottle into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and at the same time hid some of it behind the tooth socket in his mouth, hoping to swallow it by himself. The lower part won't let yourself fall asleep.

Soon, the drowsy drowsiness came slowly, Richelieu sighed secretly, pretended to be extremely sleepy, turned around and walked to the sofa, tilted his body, fell on the sofa, and soon there was a slight snoring sound.

"The effect is really fast." Nicotine next to him exclaimed.

Du Dian glanced at Richelieu's feet, and said indifferently: "Just pretend to be asleep, go, and get the things in my basement."

"Pretending to be asleep?" Nicotine was stunned for a moment, noticing where Du Dian had glanced, turned his head to look, and soon came to his senses, only to see Richelieu's body lying on the sofa upright. The posture of lying down is not deviant, and the distance between the soles of the feet and the sofa is very close, and the person who is so sleepy that he collapses directly, how can he think about the sleeping position when he falls down?

Thinking of this, and seeing Richelieu still pretending to be asleep on the sofa, a strange expression appeared on his face. He never thought that the dignified pope would be so embarrassing.

At the same time, I admire Du Dian. If it were him, he would never see that the Pope was pretending to be asleep at a glance. He didn't even think that such a legendary figure with a halo would actually pretend to be.

"What are you still doing?" Du Dian frowned.

Nicotine hurriedly said: "Yes." He quickly walked to the basement, and quickly turned back, holding a few tubes of syringes in his hand.

Du Dian grabbed one at random, which contained a light green liquid, which was also the liquid body after the decomposition of Sang Lingye. This liquid body is different from the hay body made into "cigarettes". First of all, it has a quick effect and is directly injected into the blood. Unless someone with the magic mark ability who can control the blood in the body, it is difficult to get rid of the mulberry leaf component in the blood. It is impossible to get rid of this need.

Cigarettes made of hay need to inhale a certain amount to accumulate certain components in the blood, which is addictive and slow to take effect, but the advantage is that it is quick and convenient to make, and the residue of the liquid can be disposed of as waste without waste.

For those who are already addicted,

Hay-bodied cigarettes are more effective, like a bomb primer, which can directly detonate the strong thirst in their blood.

Du Dian stepped forward and raised one of Richelieu's arms, tightened it with his hands, and soon saw the protruding veins. He aimed at the veins and injected it, saying: "Whether you pretend to sleep or not depends on your performance."

When Richelieu heard Du Dian say "pretending to be asleep", he was startled. At this moment, he sneaked a glimpse of what Du Dian injected into himself, and his heart was even colder. I didn't expect this kid to be so hateful and willful!

Soon, the unbearable but pleasant itching slowly crawled out of the body, this time it was stronger than last time, spreading from the internal organs to the whole body, as if all the parts were being gnawed by countless insects Biting, unbearable.

He tried his best to endure, but his body trembled uncontrollably. He knew that he could no longer hide it, so he simply sat up, scratched his arms and neck with both hands, and begged Du Dian: "I was wrong. , please, give me the antidote, I know I was wrong."

"You're really not smart." Du Dian shook his head slightly.

How can Richelieu care about Du Di'an's ridicule, he just felt itchy all over his body, wishing to peel off his skin, his eyes were red, he took Du Di'an's arm, and begged: "Please, give Let me cure it, please!"

"If you are willing to kneel down and express complete surrender, I can consider it." Du Dian said indifferently.

Hearing Du Dian's words, the nicotine next to him was so scared that his eyelids twitched and asked the Pope to kneel down? !

Richelieu froze and looked up at Du Dian in disbelief, but saw that the young man's expression seemed to be an eternal ice, extremely indifferent, he was angry in his heart, let go of Du Dian's hand, lowered his head in a muffled voice, and tightly Grit your teeth.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Richelieu only felt that the itching on his body became more and more intense. On the contrary, the previous strong humiliation and anger became weaker and weaker, and gradually subsided. In the end, only the itching thought was left in his mind, and he couldn't help it. Stretching out his hand to scratch his whole body again, his nails quickly scratched the skin, but he didn't feel any pain, instead he felt a sense of comfort. He gritted his teeth and kept scratching.

Soon, he felt wet, sticky and hot on his fingers. When he looked down, he was startled, and saw bloodstains all over his arms, some places had been scratched deeply, bloody and bloody, but He felt no pain at all.

"If this continues, I will scratch myself to death." Such a thought came to his mind, and he stopped immediately, but the itching all over his body became more intense, as if his entire heart was being eaten by insects, the itching was unbearable, He couldn't help but curl up into a ball, as if this would ease the feeling.

"I'll give you another three minutes to think about it." Du Dian's voice sounded.

Richelieu was lying on the bright red carpet next to the sofa. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked forward with difficulty. He saw Du Dian standing a few meters away, holding a cigarette wrapped in expensive snow paper in his hand. The cigarette butt was already lit. Inhaling lightly, misty smoke was inhaled from his mouth and exhaled again, making it look a little blurry.

The cigarette Du Dian smoked was not made by Sang Lingye, but a cigarette made by him alone that is really similar to the old-fashioned cigarettes. It is less harmful and less addictive, and it is easy to quit.

Seeing Du Dian sucking on a cigarette, Richelieu instantly felt as if countless worms were crawling on his throat, the itching was unbearable. He couldn't help but want to scratch his throat, but thinking of the shocking bloodstains on his arm, he held back and pressed hard. Beating the ground, roaring in a low voice, at this moment, he has not thought about it at all, why Du Dian is not poisoned, but he will suck the "antidote".

"The last minute." Du Dian took out a mulberry leaf cigarette from his pocket, which was already rolled on straw paper. He walked up to Richelieu, loosened his fingers, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

When Richelieu saw the falling cigarette, his eyes were straightened instantly, and he quickly reached out to pick it up.

Before his palm touched, the toe of a leather shoe stepped on the cigarette, twisted it slightly, crushed the cigarette flat, and then slowly moved it away.

Richelieu stared blankly at this scene, and suddenly felt an unstoppable anger and humiliation welling up in his chest. He raised his head abruptly, glaring at Du Dian with red eyes, but what he saw was still the indifferent face. faces.

He gritted his teeth, even bared his teeth, wanting to smash this face into pieces with a punch, but he knew that if he didn't hit him, he would be defeated first.

Time passed slowly in the stalemate, the humiliation and anger slowly weakened again, the desire of hunger, thirst and demand turned into the voice of the devil, repeatedly hypnotizing himself in his mind, as long as he took a breath, he would be free.

No one saw it here, and I didn't lose face...

What's more, I have already lost to him, and I have no face to save...

His boots are clean and not dirty...

He slowly stretched out his hand, trembling, picked up the flattened cigarette, and held it in the palm of his hand. There was a trace of moisture in his eyes, and at the same time, a strong hatred and killing intent sprouted, but he lowered his head, Don't dare to let Du Dian notice.

With a snap, a box of matches was dropped in front of him.

Du Dian turned back to Hai Lisha at the door, and said to Nicotine: "Go to the basement to get another bottle of sleeping pills."

"Yes." Nicotine hurriedly agreed, and after speaking, he took a sneak look at the Pope who had already knelt on the ground without knowing it, with a bit of complexity and fear in his eyes.

Richelieu couldn't wait to light the cigarette, put it in his mouth and inhale it, and instantly felt that he had jumped from hell to heaven. The unbearable itching and the crazy feeling of emptiness disappeared in an instant, only the light and comfortable feeling like falling into the clouds Feeling, without a trace of pain, it seems that the soul has left the body and soared in the sky.

Du Dian looked at Richelieu's face full of intoxication, and there was a touch in his eyes. He knew that the liquid state of mulberry leaves injected twice had completely penetrated into his blood, and he could no longer quit. Later, when the drug-addiction broke out, I made him endure to the limit again and again, and finally re-inhaled the hay-shaped Sang Lingye for him. This kind of drug-addiction and relapse will only make the drug-addiction become worse Bigger and harder to resist!

Moreover, the effect of this thing has already been manifested, not only makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, but also consumes a person's willpower, spirit and other aspects.

After Nicotine retrieved the sleeping pill, Du Dian asked him to take it for Richelieu who had finished smoking Sang Lingye cigarettes. Soon, Richelieu fell into a drowsy sleep.

Du Dian explained a few words to Nicotine, and then led Hailisa to leave the castle.

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In an old castle in the small town of Ruen.

This is a small town around the bustling west district of the business district. Although it is a town, it is extremely prosperous. The people living in this small town are either rich or noble. Priests from the Inquisition, priests from the Holy See of Light, and a group of people can be seen everywhere on the street. Soldiers on patrol, the law and order here is very safe, and there have been no attacks by dark cultists for more than ten years, let alone robbers, thieves, etc.

The lord of the town is the Ruklan family. This surname is so famous that almost everyone in the upper-class aristocratic circles knows it. Luklan-Ste, one of the eight cardinals of the Holy See, is the contemporary patriarch of the family. .

At this moment, under the main castle of the Lukelan family castle, enthusiastic cheers sounded outside a round platform. This is an extremely spacious underground square, built exactly like the arena outside, and the high dome is inlaid with Densely packed with expensive fluorites, the shimmering light from the cast makes the inside brighter, but at the same time it is a bit dark and hazy.

At this moment, on the round platform of the arena surrounded by wire, a strong man nearly two meters tall was wrestling with a petite woman who was less than 1.7 meters tall. This woman had a wheat complexion and brown hair. There were many scars on her body, but the most striking thing was her clothes, which were extremely revealing, with only a tube top on her upper body and a pair of short panties on her lower body.

The brawny man was dressed in the same simple manner, naked on the upper body and shorts on the lower body, revealing his swollen muscles like a dragon, like a humanoid tank.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill the bitch!"

There was a burst of booing from the audience, and some people put their hands over their mouths as microphones to make their voices louder.

Most of these people have blond hair, wearing expensive silk clothes, gold, silver, jade and other accessories. They have an extraordinary temperament, but at this moment they are like a group of ordinary people watching the excitement, calling for cheers wholeheartedly.

Boom!

The strong man seized the opportunity and slammed his fist hard on the woman's abdomen.

The woman suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her body bent like a shrimp.

The strong man had a ferocious face and showed no mercy. He grabbed her by the hair and punched her in the face. With a bang, the woman's nasal bone shattered and blood flowed horizontally.

Seeing this fierce battle with disparity in strength, the cheers in the audience became even crazier. Countless people shouted excitedly. At the same time, someone threw gold coins on the barbed wire, and the sound of gold coins falling on the stage was very pleasant.

"Hit, hit her chest!"

"Beat the bitch to death and crush her body!"

The audience shouted excitedly.