"Itchy... so itchy..."
Xu Fan had given him some kind of medicine, and at that moment, Miyamoto Kuro felt as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at his body.
The mild itchiness from before slowly turned into excruciating pain, and Miyamoto Kuro, with a look of extreme discomfort, began to roll on the ground.
"Antidote... give, give me the antidote..."
Miyamoto Kuro desperately scratched his scalp and pleaded with Xu Fan, looking over at him.
The effects of the medicine were truly terrifying; if the pain continued like this, Miyamoto Kuro would rather die.
"Heh, seems like your tolerance isn't quite up to par," Xu Fan said.
Xu Fan squatted beside Miyamoto Kuro, letting him experience what pain felt like, and with a smile, he threw another pill in front of him.
Like finding a cup of water in the desert, Miyamoto Kuro, anxious, grabbed the pill from the ground without looking and tossed it directly into his mouth.
"Thank... thank you, Master, for granting me the antidote."
