Demon Hunter and His Hut

"What's this?"

Panambi walked to the table and picked up the crystal bottle on it.

It was icy cold, and soon the coolness spread through the whole body along the palm, and suddenly Panangbi's body swayed uncontrollably.

It seemed that a strange force had entered her mind, which lifted her whole spirit.

"It's so comfortable!" she murmured.

After a long journey on the plane, and after leaving the airport, he took Roger back to the office, flipped through a lot of documents in the sea of ​​books, and his mind was a little dizzy.

But at this moment, holding this strange crystal bottle in her hand, the exhaustion of the whole night was swept away, and in Panangbi's feeling, she became extremely sensitive.

The mind explores outward, as if it can feel a deeper world.

Panambi had never experienced such an experience. With her other hand, she held onto the edge of the table to support her limp body.

Pulling a chair and sitting down slowly, she raised the crystal bottle in her hand and looked at it carefully.

There is no gap in the entire bottle, as if it was formed naturally, and there is a light red liquid in the bottle.

With the shaking of the palm, the liquid also rose and fell. After watching it for a long time, Panambi even felt that his whole spirit would be immersed in it.

"What's the use of this thing?"

"A particular perfume?"

Pananbi wrinkled her nose slightly. If it was such a gift, she would be somewhat disappointed.

Growing up in such an environment, she lost interest in the flashy life and devoted all her energy to the study of history and mysterious culture.

Recently, extraordinary incidents have occurred frequently, which made Panambi more convinced of the path he chose.

There is no woman who doesn't like perfume, but she prefers to get something special.

"He's really a mysterious man." Panambi couldn't help muttering.

In her feeling, although Roger is mysterious, he may not be very powerful.

At least it was far from the few incidents she had heard before, and as a fourth-order transcendent at this time, Roger was already an existence far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It is absurd to use dialectical scientific materialism to speculate on extraordinary creatures.

Looking down at the table, Panambi noticed the writing on the white paper under the crystal screen. At the top was the address of a certain city in Menia, followed by a contact information.

But after these two messages, there are still several lines of clear handwriting.

Looking at it, Panambi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he subconsciously clenched the crystal bottle in his hand.

It records the method of using the crystal bottle left by Roger to Panamby.

"This thing..."

"Is this true?"

The girl looked back and forth at the crystal bottle in her hand, with an incredulous expression on her face.

"This is so unscientific, there really are smart drugs in this world?!"

"Follow the instructions above..." Panambi's breath gradually became short of breath. If the written description is true, then this bottle is the biggest surprise for her.

"Huh?"

It was only at this time that Panambi noticed that the handwriting on the white paper had disappeared without a trace, but the strange thing was that she obviously didn't remember it carefully, but the content on the paper had been clearly engraved deep in her mind.

"It's amazing!"

This gave Panan a lot more confidence than the item in his hand.

"Whether it's true or not, don't you know if you try it?"

She wasn't worried about Roger's deliberate framing,

After all, with the extraordinary means that Roger showed just now, it is obviously a very simple matter to want to hurt her.

More importantly, she couldn't restrain the huge benefits brought by the item in her hand!

In fact, what Roger left to Panambi was naturally not a rare and extraordinary item, but a comprehensively improved focus potion.

It's just that compared with the version that Roger took at the beginning, after repeated iterations, the concentration potion at this time has changed beyond recognition.

The effect is strengthened, and the side effects are also weakened a lot.

While still generally stimulating to the body, it has changed from unbearable pain to other sensations.

There are a lot more alchemy potions, and Ge Wei and others are always doing some weird experiments. There are many similar things in Kaer Morhen's alchemy laboratory.

Roger just took out the same thing casually, but at this time, the effect of concentrating on the potion, not to mention ordinary people, has a great effect on extraordinary people below the second level.

Before she took it directly, the special material of the bottle gave Panambi peace of mind.

The neck of the bottle was slender, and then extended downwards in a rounded arc. All the liquid was sealed in the bottle body. Pananbi raised his head and opened his mouth to align the slender neck of the bottle with his mouth.

Accompanied by a burst of fragrance, a drop of red liquid fell into the mouth.

The tip of the tongue was cool, and then the liquid melted instantly. At this moment, Panambi's body trembled violently, and his concentration and perception were greatly improved.

"God!"

Grab a book at hand.

The Rise and Fall of the Inca Dynasty

Panambi loves history, so she has read this book long ago, but it is impossible for her to remember it with her memory.

But at this moment, her fingers flipped over the title page, and she felt that her consciousness could penetrate every page of paper.

The words I had read before suddenly jumped out from the depths of my brain.

"Ha ha……"

She groaned involuntarily. For a scholar like Panambi, nothing excites her more than knowledge.

At this time, Roger only used a drop of liquid to make her orgasm.

Do not misunderstand.

The experience is purely spiritual.

But in a sense, this is far more pure than physical stimulation.

Panambi's body slumped limply on the chair, the crystal bottle in her hand slipped, and she stared blankly at the ceiling.

In the depths of the brain, the knowledge that has been learned and the memories buried in the corners are pouring out one after another. The brain is running at high speed, but the whole process is extremely pleasant.

"Ho... ho, good... too..."

She could no longer describe her current state in words. After an unknown period of time, the effect of the medicine faded, and Panambi's spirit returned to normal.

Only then did she realize that only ten minutes had passed by the clock on the wall, but she was sweating profusely, panting for breath, just about to stand up.

But suddenly, a special throb came over his body.

Her cheeks were flushed, she hummed unconsciously, and then fell to the ground.

As night fell, the office area on campus was extremely quiet, and Panambi was lying on the carpet, his body twitching non-stop.

But unlike Roger back then, it wasn't pain that crushed Panambi's body, but...

I do not know how long it has been.

Panambi got up with a flushed face. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were blurred. If an unsuspecting faculty and staff saw her current appearance.

The next day, the news that the female professor was raped late at night should have spread throughout the city.

"This...what the hell is this?"

Panambi glanced at the crystal bottle that fell to the ground with a little horror.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and still picked up the crystal bottle and hugged it firmly in her arms.

"Damn it!" Panamby cursed under his breath.

With this bottle, she can bid farewell to men in the future.

After recovering from the confusion, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and Panambi stumbled to his feet, making up his mind.

Roger naturally didn't know what happened in the office.

He just heard that Ge Wei and others had formulated various types of alchemy potions based on the materials and formulas provided in the laboratory and library.

But how did he know that before reaching the true perfection, any correction would bring about a big change to the entire potion.

And this one in Roger's hand was privately dubbed by Hathaway as a focused desire.

Although it was placed in a conspicuous position, and the side effects were indeed minimal, but the stimulation one after another...

To be honest, going through a lot can really turn into some kind of torture.

Pain and happiness.

Leaving the university area, I stayed in the office for a long time. At this time, the night was dark, and there were obviously fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the street.

Now that the specific location has been confirmed, Roger doesn't want to waste time.

Tabani was in the depths of the rain forest. After comparison, Roger found the corresponding longitude and latitude from the map. Naturally, it was impossible for him to cross mountains and ridges and use two legs to find a place thousands of miles away.

This is where the power of technology can come in handy.

"Go to the city on the edge of the rainforest first, and then get a helicopter... When you enter the jungle and hide from the sight of ordinary people, everything will be much easier."

Roger walked aimlessly while thinking, but soon he noticed abnormalities around him.

"This gentleman."

A hoarse voice came from not far away.

Roger raised his head, and beside the street lamp, a young man in a checkered shirt was staring at him with bright eyes.

"Sir, can you tell me what time it is?"

Roger frowned slightly, and the young man's voice unabashedly used some kind of spirit-stimulating means.

Although it doesn't work for him, it's hard to avoid being annoying.

Raising his eyes, Roger's gaze flicked over the young man, and then he left without saying a word.

Walking to the end, turning a corner, the hoarse voice came again.

"Sir, can you tell me what time it is?"

A young man in a plaid shirt appeared under a street lamp not far away. The light reflected on his face, but it couldn't block the light from his eyes.

Just now he was still crossing his arms and leaning against the streetlight with a casual expression on his face, but now he was standing on Roger's only path, his hands drooping naturally, and his tone became much more gloomy.

Roger stopped.

Obviously, this is an extraordinary person, and he was able to discover his identity...

It's really surprising.

"Hey, I communicate with you in Menian, don't you understand?" The young man sneered.

Roger sighed, the level of xenophobia of the extraordinary here is far beyond his imagination, he landed in this country by plane, and it is very likely that he has attracted the attention of the extraordinary forces here since the moment he landed.

Could it be through the weak power fluctuation in the office area?

It's not impossible.

Roger ignored the young man's clamor, but the next moment a figure flashed under the street lamp, and the young man's body appeared in front of Roger's eyes.

"Outsider, answer my question..."

"Crack!"

The ground suddenly broke open, and a huge hand appeared out of thin air and instantly held the young man in his hand.

Roger just frowned, his palms contracted to wrap the young man in a flowered shirt inside, and he quickly pulled it to the ground.

It's not necessary. He really doesn't want to conflict with the local supernatural forces, but that doesn't mean he has to bow his head.

The ground under his feet quickly returned to normal, and only one head of the proud young man remained on the ground, and the rest of his body had been buried underground.

Although Roger's movement was fast, it also caused a huge shock, but the strange thing was that the people around him turned a blind eye to it, as if the area around Roger had become an independent world.

"This gentleman..."

"Please stop your attack, you are now fighting with..."

"ah……!"

There was a scream, and in the darkness, a shadow caught by Roger from a corner appeared in front of his eyes instantly.

It was a young man in his thirties, with broad shoulders and a strong body, but at this moment he was restrained by Roger in the air like a weak child.

"attack?"

"If there is an attack, you, him, and the entire street behind you will no longer exist."

Roger said slowly, while tightening his strength, the pressure from all directions almost crushed the two of them.

Just when the two thought they were going to die on the spot, the terrible pressure suddenly disappeared, and a voice came into their minds.

"I don't want to cause trouble, I'm just here for a while, and I'll be leaving soon."

"Take my words back, next time, if it is below the fourth level, don't come!"

One person fell from the sky, and the other was squeezed out from the ground. The two looked at each other, and both saw each other's embarrassment.

"This... this guy... who does he think he is?"

"Haha, still fourth order?"

The plaid shirt on the young man was torn to pieces, and he said angrily.

The whole of South America is in a peaceful corner, and they are very vigilant against foreign transcendents. Similar things have been done many times with flowered shirts.

Generally speaking, even a powerful transcendent would have some scruples when setting foot on a strange land.

After all, if he feels a little uncomfortable, he is not alone.

When performing tasks, Hua Shirt likes to see the panic and caution on the faces of those outsiders.

He usually starts by asking about the time, thinking that he is low-key and full of force.

"Can you tell me what time it is?"

If the other party answers the local time in South America, he will warn, "It seems that you know who the land under your feet belongs to, then I think you should also know here, you have to follow our time and our rules ..."

Then came a lengthy warning, and some cowardly Transcendents would even be so frightened that they would directly take the fastest flight out of South America.

If the other party answers the Menian or European time.

He also issues warnings.

"Outsider, since you don't intend to abide by our time, then I advise you to leave here now, because there are still many rules that you need to abide by..."

No matter what the answer is, it will not prevent the existence of a wave of colorful shirts. With the extraordinary power behind him, even if the opponent's strength is stronger than him, he will swallow his anger.

However, this time he was almost beaten into a dead dog.

"Boss, what shall we do next?" Floral Shirt asked.

"what to do?"

"This is not something we can solve. Report it truthfully. Hehe, don't worry. Don't forget who is standing behind us."

"That's the great His Royal Highness Deathwing!"