What is it? ”

Parnanbi walked over to the table and casually picked up the crystal bottle on it.

It was cold in the hand, and soon this coolness spread throughout his body along the palm of his hand, and suddenly Panambi's body swayed uncontrollably.

It seemed that a strange power came straight into her mind, and her whole spirit was lifted.

"It's so comfortable, too!" She muttered to herself.

After a long journey on the plane, leaving the airport, and then taking Roger back to the office, flipping through a lot of documents in a sea of books, my brain couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

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

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

It was an experience that Parnambi had never experienced before, and she held the edge of the table with her other hand to support her somewhat limp body.

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

There is not a single crack in the whole bottle, as if it were naturally formed, and the bottle contains a pale red liquid.

As the palm of his hand shook, the liquid also fluctuated, and after looking at it for a long time, Panambi even felt that his whole spirit was about to sink into it.

"What's the use of this thing?"

"Some kind of special perfume?"

Panambi wrinkled her nose slightly, she would be a little disappointed if it was such a gift.

Growing up in a well-to-do family, Parnanbi was also well-informed, and growing up in this environment made her lose interest in the glitzy life and instead devote all her energy to the study of history and mystical culture.

The recent period of extraordinary events has made Panambi more determined about the path he has chosen.

There's no woman who doesn't like perfume, but in comparison, she wants something special.

"What a mysterious man." Parnanbi couldn't help but mutter.

In her senses, Roger was mysterious but not necessarily powerful.

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

It is absurd to speculate on transcendent beings with the materialist ideas of dialectical science.

Looking down at the table, Parnanbi noticed the handwriting on the white paper pressed under the crystal screen, the top of which was the address of a city in Menia, followed by a contact information.

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

Looking at it, the light in Panamby's eyes became more and more abundant, and he subconsciously clenched the crystal bottle in his hand.

It is recorded by Roger what he left for Parnanbi about the use of the crystal bottle.

"This thing ......"

"Is this true?"

The girl looked back and forth at the crystal bottle in her hand, and her face was full of incredulity.

"This is so unscientific, there really is a smart drug in this world?!"

"Follow the instructions above......" Parnanbi's breathing gradually became rapid, and if the text was true, then the bottle was the biggest surprise for her.

"Huh?"

Parnanbi only then noticed that the handwriting on the white paper had disappeared without a trace, but strangely, she had not memorized it carefully, but the contents of the paper had been clearly engraved in the depths of her mind.

"It's amazing!"

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

"It's true or not, can't you try it?"

She wasn't worried about Roger's deliberate framing, after all, with the extraordinary means that Roger had just shown, it was obviously a very simple matter to hurt her.

What's more, she couldn't suppress the huge benefits of the items in her hands!

In fact, what Roger left to Parnanbi was not a rare and extraordinary item, it was a comprehensively improved concentration potion.

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

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

Although it is still a physical irritation in general, it has changed from unbearable pain to other sensations.

Alchemy potions are much richer, and Ge Wei and the others always do some strange experiments, and there are many similar things in the alchemy laboratory of Kyle Mohan.

Roger just took it out casually, but at this time, he focused on the effect of the potion, not to mention that it had a great effect on ordinary people, but also on transcendents below the second order.

She hadn't taken it directly, but the special material of the bottle made Panambi feel calm.

The neck of the bottle is elongated, then extends downward in a rounded arc, and all the liquid is sealed in the bottle, and Panembi tilts his head and opens his mouth to aim the slender neck of the neck at the mouth.

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

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

"Oh my God!"

Pick up a book at hand.

The Rise and Fall of the Inca

Parnanbi loved history, and she had read it for a long time, but it was impossible for her memory to memorize it.

But now, her fingers flipped over the title page, and she felt as if her consciousness could penetrate into each page.

Words that had been read before suddenly jumped out of the depths of the brain.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

She let out an unconscious moan, and for a scholar like Panambi, nothing excites her more than knowledge.

At this point, Roger used only a drop of liquid to bring her to orgasm.

Don't get me wrong.

The experience is entirely spiritual.

But in a sense, it's far more pure than physical stimulation.

Panambi's body slumped limply in her chair, the crystal bottle in her hand slipping off, her eyes staring 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, and the brain is running at high speed, but the whole process is extremely pleasant.

"Ho...... Ho, good ...... It's ......"

She couldn't describe her state in words, and after some time, the effects of the medicine wore off, and Panambi's spirit returned to normal.

Only then did she realize that the clock on the wall had only passed for ten minutes, but she was sweating profusely, gasping for breath, and Panambi was just trying to stand up.

But suddenly, a special throbbing in the body hit.

Her cheeks were crimson, and she let out an unconscious grunt from her mouth and nose before falling headlong to the ground.

As night fell, the office area on campus was extremely quiet, and Parnanbi was lying on the carpet, his body twitching.

But unlike Roger, it wasn't the pain that broke Panamibi's body, but the ......

I don't know how long it took.

Parnanbi got up flushed, her hair was messy and her eyes were blurred, if she were to be seen by an unsuspecting faculty member.

The next day, the news of the female professor suffering xx in the middle of the night should have spread throughout the city.

"This ...... What the hell is this? ”

Parnanby glanced at the crystal bottle that had tumbled to the ground with a slight horror.

After a few moments, she gritted her teeth and picked up the crystal bottle and held it in her arms.

"Damn it!" Parnanby cursed under his breath.

With this bottle, she can say goodbye to men completely in the future.

Recovering from the blur, a flash of determination flashing in his eyes, Panambi stumbled to his feet, his heart made up his mind.

Roger naturally didn't know what was going on in the office.

He had only heard that Ge Wei and the others had prepared various types of alchemy potions based on the recipes provided in the laboratory and the library.

But how did he know that any slight correction would bring a big difference to the whole potion before reaching true perfection.

And the one in Roger's hand is privately jokingly called by Hathaway the desire to focus.

Although it is placed in a conspicuous position, the side effects are indeed minimal, but the stimulation of one after another ......

To be honest, going through too much experience can really turn into some kind of torture.

Pain and joy.

Leaving the university district, there was a long delay in the office, when the night was dark and there were significantly fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the street.

Now that the location has been decided, Roger doesn't want to lose time.

Tabani was deep in the rainforest, and after comparison, Roger found the corresponding latitude and longitude on the map, and it was naturally impossible for him to climb over the mountains and use his two legs to find a place thousands of miles away.

That's where the power of technology comes in.

"Go to the city on the edge of the rainforest and get a helicopter...... When you enter the jungle and avoid the eyes of ordinary people, everything will be much easier. ”

Roger thought as he walked aimlessly, but soon he noticed the anomalies around him.

"This gentleman."

A hoarse voice came from not far away.

Roger looked up, and by the street lamp, a young man in a plaid shirt was staring at him with bright eyes.

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

Roger frowned slightly, the young man's voice was unabashedly using some kind of stimulant means.

Although it doesn't work for him, it's inevitably annoying.

Raising his eyes, Roger's gaze swept over the young man, and then he left without saying anything.

At the end, I turned a corner, and 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 there was no way to block the light that burst from his eyes.

Just now, he was still holding his hands on his chest and leaning against the street lamp with a casual face, but at this moment he was standing on Roger's inevitable path, his hands naturally drooping, and his tone was much more gloomy.

Roger stopped.

Obviously, this is a transcendent being, and he is able to discover who he is......

It was a surprise.

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

Roger sighed, the xenophobia of the transcendents here was far beyond his imagination, and he landed in this country by plane, and it was very likely that he had attracted the attention of the transcendent forces here from the time he landed.

Is it through the faint fluctuation of power in the office area?

It's not impossible.

Roger ignored the young man's shout, 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......"

"Click!"

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

Roger only frowned, and his palm contracted to wrap the young man in the flower shirt into it, and quickly ripped it to the ground.

It wasn't necessary that he really didn't want to clash with the local supernatural forces, but that didn't mean he had to bow his head.

The ground beneath his feet quickly returned to normal, and the proud young man had only one head left above the ground, and the rest of his body had been buried in the ground.

Although Roger's movements were fast, they also caused a huge shock, but strangely the people around him turned a blind eye, as if the area around Roger had become a separate world.

"This gentleman ......"

"Please stop your attacks, you're ...... now"

"Ah......h

A scream came, and in the darkness, a shadow appeared in front of his eyes as Roger grabbed him from the corner.

It was a young man in his mid-30s, broad-shouldered and strong, but at this time he was restrained in the air by Roger like a feeble child.

"Attack?"

"If you attack, you and him, and the whole street behind you, will no longer exist."

Roger said slowly, and at the same time the strength tightened, and the pressure on all sides almost squeezed the two of them.

Just when the two of them 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 get in trouble, I'm just staying here for a while, and I'll be leaving soon."

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

One fell from the sky, the other was squeezed out of the earth, and both looked at each other and saw each other's embarrassment.

"This ...... This guy ...... Who does he think he is? ”

"Hehe, still the fourth order?"

The young man's checkered shirt had been torn to tatters, and he said angrily.

The whole of South America is in a safe corner, and it is very wary of outsiders, and similar things have been done many times.

Generally speaking, even powerful transcendents will have some scruples when they set foot in an unfamiliar land.

After all, if he is slightly unwell, he is not facing a person.

When on a mission, Flower Shirt likes nothing more than to see the horror and caution on the faces of those outsiders.

He usually opens with an inquiring about the time, and considers himself low-key and full of force.

"Can you tell me what time it is?"

If the answer is the local time in South America, he will warn, "It seems that you know who the land belongs to, then I think you should also know that you are here, you have to follow our time, and you have to follow our rules......"

Then there is a long warning, and there are some timid transcendents who will even be scared to leave South America on the fastest flight.

If the other party answers the Menia or European time.

He would have issued the same warning.

"Outsider, since you don't plan to keep our time, I'd advise you to get out of here now, because there's still a lot more rules to follow......

No matter which answer it is, it does not prevent the existence of a wave of flower shirts, relying on the extraordinary power behind him, even if the other party's strength is stronger than him, he has to swallow his anger.

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

"Boss, what are we going to do next?" Flower Shirt asked.

"What should I do?"

"It's not something we can solve, report it truthfully, hum, don't worry, don't forget who is standing behind us."

"That's the great Deathwing!"