Chapter 24 Detoxification

Chapter 23 Detoxification

From the day when the old man took Pan Huashan away to the day when the young man took Xiaomei away, whether it was beating, scolding, success or failure, Pan Huashan never had a feeling of astringent eyes.

Turning around and half leaning on the sofa, Pan Huashan raised his head and kept swallowing his saliva. His stuffy chest made him want to laugh, but the old young man knew that tears came out with a smile.

Although he has not been in contact with Pan Hongsheng for a long time, he can obviously feel how similar Pan Hongsheng is to himself. His stubborn and extreme style makes him never think of anything in return except for Pan Hongsheng as much as possible. When the two are together, they always avoid the embarrassment of the name. It seems to be a tacit understanding, but they will soon become one. I'm used to it.

Before Pan Hongsheng said his last words, Pan Huashan's thoughts were on several bottles and cans. He didn't know how Pan Hongsheng got these things, but he knew that the two of them had suffered a lot of hardships by looking at his children and the little brothers around him.

Originally, Pan Huashan wanted to blame him for a few words, but just before he opened his mouth, he suddenly saw that Pan Hongsheng had been clenching his teeth and putting these bottles on the table. He subconsciously asked 'why', but the answer he got was even unbelievable.

"You are my father!"

In Pan Huashan's view, the four words are fantastic. He is not the kind of person who will die without his son, but this sentence is really heart-hearted. He didn't raise it for a day but in the end, which is a kind of touching from blood.

Pan Hongsheng beside him was also having a hard time. He stared desperately and dared not blink, for fear that tears would fall if he was not careful.

If the person sitting opposite him at this moment is Pan Huashan who has no physical problems, he can still talk and laugh without showing any emotions, but no. Sitting opposite him is Pan Huashan who may die at any time. He really can't suppress the sadness in his heart.

Zhang Bowen looked around and found the toilet and squatted inside. His mouth seemed to want to smoke a cigarette like a bird. Finally, he took a few sips of cold water and sat on the toilet and didn't want to go out.

He met Pan Huashan. He saw Pan Hongsheng when he turned the tide in Jinjiang. Zhang Bowen's idea of this man was just awe and curiosity. He didn't know that the relationship between the two was not good, and when he learned that he had something to do, Zhang Bowen could see that his brother was really anxious.

As a result, he really didn't expect Pan Hongsheng's last words to be so heavy. After seeing the expressions of the father and son, Zhang Bowen felt that his eyes were dry even if he didn't know it. Then he went to the toilet to smoke a stuffy cigarette.

"How did you get the red molten grass?" After nearly half an hour, Pan Huashan came over, with a bright smile on his face, but if anyone else saw it, this smile was less worried and melancholy before, and a little more domineering and wild!

As Pan Hongsheng's old man, the madness in Pan Huashan's bones is never lacking, but it is hidden deeply!

"It's like saving a giant salamb, and then it gives it to me. They can understand me." Pan Hongsheng said softly that neither of them spoke loudly, as if neither of them wanted to break the balance again.

"What about the others? I haven't found it for months. Isn't it the old man who opened a small stove for you? Pan Huashan looked at the others with a smile, and then fixed it on the bottle of the donkey's head wolf's mane, unscrewed the cap and took out the mane inside.

The donkey-headed wolf, also known as the wolf, is a prehistoric mammal. There were signs in some parts of Europe in the last century, but it was later captured and killed.

The reason why it is unlimitedly killed is that the fur of this kind of sand neck is not only soft and warm, but also has very good fire resistance. Moreover, the mane of the donkey wolf is hollow, as sharp as a needle, but the hardness is countless times that of steel.

"The old man didn't follow. If you want to open a small stove, I'm afraid it's a small stove opened by Mr. Shennong!" Pan Hongsheng smiled, and then told the whole story. Pan Huashan was stunned.

Don't say where you can get the red molten grass. The tears of the white turtle and the coffin beast alone are enough to make Pan Huashan stunned. In the end, he could only sigh with envy.

"Let's eat something later. In the evening, someone may take you to see your grandfather and respect him." Pan Huashan played with his mane and said as he inserted one end into his arm.

"Help me open the lid, and the water inside is poured out." Pan Huashan held his mane with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand and said to Pan Hongsheng, who heard that Pan Hongsheng immediately poured out the water in the bottle and looked at Pan Huashan.

The foreign body atlas said about the use of donkey's head wolf's mane, but Pan Hongsheng didn't expect that he didn't even have to put it directly into the meat for disinfection, and he was naturally a little nervous to look at the other party's clenched fists.

A drop of blood flowed down the other end of the mane. Pan Hongsheng was relatively close. It was obvious that the blood flowing out was not red, but the ice blue ** like a cold ice salamb, and then looked at Pan Huashan with a frightened face.

"It's much more comfortable." Imfering to Pan Hongsheng's expression, Pan Huashan's face gradually became solemn. Drops of ice blue ** slowly flowed into the bottle, and the temperature of the whole room dropped a lot.

Xiaomei seemed to have noticed something that had already come out of the room, and then looked at the scene from afar with a worried face, and Zhang Bowen also stood at the door of the toilet and watched the scene in astonishment.

As time passed, the ice-blue blood in the bottle was enough to have half a bottle, and Pan Huashan's face was getting paler and paler. It seemed that he was trying to force the last trace of duffian to come out. Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment, and then gently stretched out his palm to grab his arm and took a deep breath. A faint golden light instantly entered Pan Huashan's body.

The last few drops of cold poison were finally forced out. Pan Huashan nodded to Pan Hongsheng, then pulled out his mane from the blood vessels, and then brought out a layer of bright red blood. Everyone who saw this scene was secretly relieved.

"Let's keep the bottle closed. It may be useful in the future." Pan Huashan's words were obviously said to Xiaomei, because Xiaomei, who was not yet moved by Pan Hongsheng, had come over, handed Pan Huashan a glass of warm water, and then covered the bottle and took it. However, when he looked at his man's son carefully when he was with Pan Hongsheng, his eyes were a little incredible.

Pan Hongsheng didn't know. At the moment when Pan Hongsheng wanted to do it, Xiaomei almost subconsciously wanted to stop it, but after seeing the golden light emitted by the other party, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and then waited thoughtfully.

Golden real, does it really exist?