Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 2.7

"Thanks, Uncle Xie?" Zheng Bingren raised his throat with a heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"Dad-" Xie Bowen couldn't help but urged.

In his opinion, since Meng Zezhi has come to him, there must be a way to save Zheng Bingren.

Meng Zezhi knows that enough is enough, he gets serious, and calmly said: "Tie him up first."

"Huh?" The three people present shouted almost in unison.

Then Zheng Bingren was **** by the assistant and Xie Bowen.

The same is a small bowl, finely smoked with cypress branches. The rush, dog tooth powder, black beans, and cinnabar are burnt into powder, prepared with rice wine, diluted with tea and rice water, and finally burned with a yellow symbol.

The finished product is the same as the previous bowl of yellow water, with a weird color and a disgusting smell.

Once he was born and the second was cooked, he opened his mouth and drank with the assistant's hand.

At the end, Zheng Bingren smashed his lips, and said with a little surprise: "It turned out to be sweet."

After speaking, he looked up at Meng Zezhi: "Uncle Xie, what then?"

"just wait!"

After speaking, Meng Zezhi found a comfortable position and leaned back on the chair, closing his eyes and resting.

The three of Zheng Bingren looked at each other.

So upset and irritable, Zheng Bingren asked his assistant to help turn on the LCD TV hanging on the wall, trying to distract. When he saw Xing's head, his stomach suddenly groaned.

Zheng Bingren didn't take it seriously at first, but the shouting didn't stop. Gradually, his stomach started to hurt.

"Uncle Xie!" Zheng Bingren shivered, his face was pale, and his forehead was sweaty.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, as steady as Mount Tai, only instructed: "Find a towel and put it in his mouth, don't let him bite his tongue."

The assistant did not hesitate, ran into the bathroom and took a towel out. He walked to the bed and put the towel into Zheng Bingren's mouth. When he was about to straighten up, he subconsciously looked at Zheng Bingren's stomach.

He only saw his stomach bulge with the heavy exhalation, and the bump from time to time disappeared quickly, as if something was running around in it.

The assistant stared slightly, his scalp was numb, and he took a step back like a conditioned reflex.

Then I saw Zheng Bingren whimpering and rolling on the bed.

He couldn't help looking at Meng Zezhi: "Master Xie?"

"Hold him down, don't let him roll out of bed, it won't be good if he hurts." Meng Zezhi said unhurriedly.

After listening to Xie Bowen, he quickly stepped forward and held down Zheng Bingren with his assistant.

Zheng Bingren's face was squalid, with blue veins rising on his forehead, his eyes gradually stained with a layer of red light, his body twisted desperately, trying to break free.

"Bingren-" The agent who rushed to receive the news pushed aside the ward. What she saw was this scene. She glared at it and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"

At this moment, Meng Zezhi moved.

He grabbed Zheng Bingren's chin with one hand, facing a pair of dilated pupils, then pulled out the towel from his mouth, and dragged him to the position above the trash can by the bed with the other hand, and slapped him with the last palm on his neck. on.