Inferior pampering

Chapter 97

When Ji Tingyu heard the sound of the propeller and the conversation he had with his friend, he yelled at him anxiously: "He Zhuo, you are crazy! Don't fly that helicopter! Stop quickly, I may not be poisoned, so don't take risks!"

"Leave me alone." He Zhuo's voice was cold, with a sense of order, which made Ji Tingyu subconsciously want to obey.

"Listen Xiaoyu, I called the captain to help you. What you have to do now is to pick your throat immediately, stretch your fingers into your throat, bend it up to the pharynx, and spit out everything you eat. Then turn on the disinfection Take out a cup, fill it with water, add two spoonfuls of salt, drink it in one go, continue to pick your throat after drinking, repeat these two things alternately until you spit it out."

He was flustered but not flustered, explaining every step clearly.

Ji Tingyu immediately put down his phone and did as he did. As soon as his fingers were inserted a little, he felt nauseated. After retching, he reflexively retreated, but was ordered by He Zhuo: "Go on, go in, you can bear it."

Why does he know he can bear it? The kitten knew the answer, its ears turned red, and it ruthlessly pushed its fingers in. Immediately, it felt an outward airflow rushing out of its stomach in its throat.

He Zhuo felt anxious and distressed when he heard his violent vomiting.

"Very well done, Mi, now go drink salt water."

"Ugh... I, I won't eat deep-fried dough sticks in my life..."

Ji Tingyu was still vomiting, fearing that he would not be able to vomit cleanly, he swung the faucet and pointed it at his throat, the contents of his stomach rushed out, his mouth was sour and bitter, his head went blank with nausea, and the world was about to spin Can't stand.

But soon Ji Tingyu realized that it wasn't disgusting, it was poisonous.

Because he saw in the distorted mirror that there was an extra fingernail-sized cyan on his lips, which was the same as Rosalind's.

Rosalin was already poisoned because she ate the most breakfast.

Then how is she now? Passed out or comatose?

Ji Tingyu was afraid for a while, especially since most of the team members he stayed on the deck to watch over the baby faces had had a good morning together, and they should have been poisoned by now.

No longer caring about himself, he made a glass of salt water and poured it in gulps, telling He Zhuo, "Be careful on the road, I'll go and see him—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a strange sound of footsteps behind him: "Da da..."

"who!"

Ji Tingyu turned his head suddenly, and there was no one behind him.

He frowned and turned around suspiciously.

But before he could speak again, the sound of closer footsteps appeared behind him, one after another: "Tap...tap..."

Ji Tingyu was stiff all over, holding his breath, not daring to move.

The gloomy cold wind blew over the back of his neck, as if someone was breathing against him: "Heh...heh..."

He closed his eyes, didn't turn his head, and didn't even make a sound. He put down the water glass as if nothing had happened, and then walked step by step to the knife holder at the end of the long table.

The thing behind him followed closely, laughing very softly, and said in his mouth: "Run, run..."

"Run you, uncle! You are scared by me!" Ji Tingyu suddenly burst into flames when he was two meters away from the knife holder, rushed over like a lion, pulled out the longest bone-chopping knife, swung it round and threw it behind him desperately One cut!