Chapter: 912
Lu Chenxu raised his hand and stroked her increasingly rosy cheeks: "Hey, you still have injuries. These little ancestors will have to go to school tomorrow. If we are both away, Xiao Su might not be able to do it alone."
As soon as his voice fell, a pillow fell behind Mo Xiaodie.
Mo Xiaodie turned her head, then stood on the sofa and grimaced at her: "Sorry, Mommy, I just wanted to hit Brother Six."
Lu Zi ran over quickly, grabbed the pillow from Mo Xiaodie's hand, and threw it directly at Ranran: "Ranran, catch it."
However, the pillow was thrown too high, and it flew directly to Momo, who was playing the piano in harmony by the window.
Momo got up angrily and picked up the pillow: "Who of you throws me?"
Mo Xiaodie sighed silently: "Okay, I'm not going. You tell the Three Treasures and the Four Treasures, I miss them very much. Let them come back quickly when they have time."
As soon as her voice fell, there was a crisp sound behind her. When Momo took the pillow and threw it at Liubao, she accidentally smashed the glass on the coffee table to the ground.
As soon as the little guys saw the trouble, they all stood up obediently.
Hearing the sound on the second floor, Dabao Lu Zizhong and Wubao Lu Ziqian poked their heads out.
"Little Fatty Six, let you come up to do your homework. If you refuse, let's get into trouble!" Lu Zizhong's face was gloating.
Liubao Lu Zibai stuck his tongue out at his brother, and then led his sisters to stand in a row obediently, ready to meet his mother's criticism.
Momo looked up aggrievedly: "I'm teaching my sister to play the piano. Brother Six hit us with a pillow first."
Mo Xiaodie lovingly touched the little heads of Dudu and Momo: "Mom sees it, you two go upstairs to play!"
Momo glared at Lu Zibai, then pulled Dudu towards the second floor.
"Sister, let's go to the room to paint."
Mo Xiaodie looked at the two snacks that were the least worrying.
"Have you two finished your homework?"
"It's finished." The two little guys looked up, almost in unison.
"After finishing writing, go downstairs and go for a run. You can see how fat you two are. Dance class, of course, go together."
"Ah-why, I don't want to be the second Mo Zili." Ran Ran's small face collapsed.
Mo Xiaodie didn't even look at her again, and looked directly at Lu Zizhong who was on the second floor: "Dabao, you are responsible for monitoring the two of them going for a run, running around the community ten laps, and you are not allowed to come back. "
"Okay, Mommy, I am very willing to help you." Dabao Lu Zizhong happily ran down from the second floor.
The two little fat guys glared at him, and reluctantly walked out of the house.
When Lu Chenxu returned to Lu's old house, Sambo Lu Zixun and Sibao Lu Zita were still busy in the laboratory.
Seeing him opening the door and walking in, Zi Xun ran over with joy: "Dad, let me tell you a good news."
Lu Chenxu's heart was shocked, and he grabbed his hand: "Three treasures, has the antidote been researched?"
The joy on Zi Xun's little face slowly faded, and he pulled Lu Chenxu to sit down on the sofa in the lounge area at the door.
"Dad, after I talked with Dr. Sun yesterday, I added some Chinese herbal extracts that can cure hundreds of toxins. After testing on mice, they temporarily suppressed and relieved the poison in the six treasures. Specifically, it can suppress many poisons. For a long time, further observation is needed."
"But with me, when the effect of the antidote can't suppress the poison, you can use the antidote again. I am afraid it will be difficult to completely eradicate it. I have no idea for the time being."
At this point, Zi Xun was a little discouraged.
The Four Treasure Wooden Pagoda, no, I should ask him Zi Pago to come over in the future: "Brother, don't be discouraged, we will continue to research in the future, not afraid to find the antidote. Now, the most important thing is to control the fifth brother and the big student first. Poison on the body."
After he came back, he had heard about the Five Treasures poisoning from Zi Xun. JrNovels.com