A talking potion.
This is nothing special for Meng Yi, who can now be considered knowledgeable.
But... He frowned and thought to himself:
Just now, Cen Qiyun's spirit seemed to have communicated with a special existence in the real world, but this existence did not notice her.
Is it because your own uniqueness is not revealed?
He began to recall the previous times when he had caused changes in the real world: one time when he had outlined the star map with flesh and blood, and another time when he was in the kingdom of God, gazing at the parasite on the old turtle's back.
The former is due to one's own influence, and the latter... is probably due to the influence of the Kingdom of God.
Meng Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. Perhaps he could observe the real world indirectly without direct communication.
Ritual magic should be able to do this.
"Hey, do you want to go and see the effects of this potion together?"
Cen Qiyun held the potion in her hand and shook it up and down vigorously. Dense small bubbles began to appear in the bottle, and after exploding, they made all kinds of noisy noises.
They are all simple and complex words.
"That's right."
"That's right."
"Oh my god."
Meng Yi didn't want to go, but when he saw this scene...
Interesting, he wanted to see Xu Qingsong's reaction to this.
Besides, this is also a way to judge Cen Qiyun's level of pharmacy.
He followed Cen Qiyun with great interest, and of course, Tian Mo did the same.
Xu Qingsong, who had been staying alone in the conference room, trying hard to "cleanse" himself, was extremely surprised when he saw the three of them.
A dark grey clot of hard blood squeezed out from his Adam's apple and fell to the ground with a plop. He asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
"Of course there's something good going on."
Cen Qiyun walked briskly closer to him, holding up the potion and waving it at him from a distance. "I made this specially for you. It's a special medicine to cure your illness. How is it? Is it good for you?"
Xu Qingsong blinked, looked at the potion that was constantly bubbling and talking, then looked at Cen Qiyun, who had a subtle smug smile on her face...
He didn't feel like drinking.
Dililu...
Cen Qiyun bent down and rolled the bottle of medicine to Xu Qingsong's feet. "Don't worry, it will definitely work."
Xu Qingsong opened his mouth, looked at Meng Yi, whose face was full of anticipation, and Tian Mo, who nodded slightly at him, then bent down and picked up the bottle of medicine resignedly.
He took a closer look at it and found that apart from being able to talk, there didn't seem to be any major problems with this thing. It wouldn't kill people after drinking it.
He reached out and pulled out the stopper from the medicine bottle, then coughed twice at the pungent smell.
"What's that smell?"
Xu Qingsong, who originally had a miserable look on his face, now has a rosier complexion.
"All medicines for treating illnesses are like this." Cen Qiyun advised seriously: "Drink it quickly!"
Under the expectant gazes of several people, Xu Qingsong closed his eyes and drank the medicine with his head tilted back.
During this process, the potion made a shrill cry and he almost couldn't hold the bottle.
The medicine works quickly.
After a few seconds, Xu Qingsong's skin began to turn red and sweat began to drip.
He spoke with difficulty: "What kind of medicine is this? Why do I feel so hot?"
He was indeed feeling hot, and as he spoke, white steam began to emerge from his head... and not just his head. Soon, similar symptoms appeared on his nose, mouth, and ears.
Xu Qingsong is cooking...
The steam coming out of his body was still talking in a low voice.
"Is it useful? Is it useful?"
Meng Yi's mouth twitched. What was this? High-temperature sterilization? Would Xu Qingsong be cooked?
Cen Qiyun began to frantically help the other person cool down, and frost began to condense on her hands.
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