第两百零九章 炼丹制药（6/6）
小蛙的印象中，会说话的只有八哥，而却没有见过鱼会说话。
“老子不是鱼，老子是地精，地精懂不懂？”那黑鱼叫嚷着。
傅小蛙茫然地摇摇头，自从他见过白云山的各种奇怪东西，对于这些已经开始有些适应力，这本就是个荒唐的世界。
“好吧，这洪荒的东西说你也不懂，反正你知道我很脆弱的，以后别再乱丢就好！”那胖黑鱼在地上装着娇弱样一躺。
“你，你为什么会在这酒，酒坛子里，你不是，你不是灵药么？”傅小蛙颤颤地道。
说到这个，这胖黑鱼的气就不打一处来，愤愤地道：“说是当年，老子从地里出来，刚熟，结果被几个王八蛋丢进酒坛里，每次醒过来一张嘴就是烈酒，老子就这样醉了几百年，他娘的！”
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