Portia was frightened.

This was the first time she was put on her neck with a dagger.

It feels like I'm going to die in the next moment.

In fact, this is the reaction of ordinary people.

At the dinner table, Portia kept staring at Gervra.

"What are you doing? Do you still want to try to attack me?" asked Revra.

"Refura, you've killed someone with that move?"

Revra thought for a while, then shook her head: "No, in fact, this trick is not easy to use."

Revra has killed anyone, but not many.

A few years ago, she once rushed into a group of lairs that believed in dragons as her gods.

Three people were killed at that time.

That was the only time she had.

After all, Revra is a dragon slayer, not a real killer.

"How did you see the thing I released... that anger."

Revra shook her head: "It's not for seeing, it's for perception."

"Sensation? Which sensory organ is used?"

Revra found that he and Portia were completely playing the piano for cows.

"Posia, when did you have this ability?"

"It's time to go."

"Well, I know, I'll take a break tonight." Refura stood up.

"We haven't finished our dinner yet, do you want me to rest early?"

At this time, Revra dragged a box out of the cabinet next to him.

Portia has seen this box several times, but she is not very relieved.

After all, Revra has never been hidden, so Portia didn't think there was anything about this suitcase.

But when Refura opened her suitcase.

Portia was startled, with all kinds of guns, sabers, grenades, and some strange and incomprehensible instruments.

"What...what is this for?"

"It may be a little trouble tonight." Gervra was not sure.

She didn't know how to tell whether Portia was the first night or the second night and the third night.

Chen Zhao is more professional in this kind of thing.

But Refura doesn't want to find Chen Zhao.

And this is still the matter of Portia.

If Chen Zhao knew, Portia had intended to attack him.

What do you know if Chen Zhao will throw Portia into the Amazon rainforest?

Refura had no doubt whether Chen Zhao would do this.

"Are you sure you're not planning to rob the bank?" Portia looked at the things that Gervra took out.

In addition, Refura also began to spell guns and install gun barrels.

After this series of operations, Portia's scalp became numb.

"Banks are not as rich as our boss's family...Okay, it's more practical to rob the bank."

Revra occasionally makes such little jokes.

"Anyway, you go to bed early tonight and you will have nothing to do when you wake up."

"Are you serious? I'm going to have trouble?"

"I will solve the problem."

"What's wrong with me? I don't have any enemies, right? The biggest enemy is our boss."

"You're wrong, that's not called an enemy, that's a creditor." Refura sat down on the spot, as if this posture was more comfortable: "Help me raise the box under the kitchen cabinet... By the way, please take it lighter."

"What's inside?"

"You won't want to know," Gervra said.

"When I accidentally get heavy...will it explode?"

"Not, but something bad will definitely happen."

When Gervra opened the box, Portia discovered that the box contained some bottles and jars.

There were all kinds of liquids inside, and Portia thought it would be a chemical liquid.

However, Refura opened one of the bottles directly, wiped the mouth of the bottle with his finger, and then put his fingers to his mouth and licked it.

"Well... it's not broken."

"What kind of water is this? Can I drink it?"

"Holy Water."

"Haha..." Portia sniffed it, obviously not believing Gervra's words.

"What's this bottle? Is it Coke?"

When Revra saw it, he quickly grabbed the bottle in Portia's hand.

Although this is in a bottle of Coke.

But the black liquid contained in it is not Coke.

"I can't put this in my mouth. Also, don't get in the way here. Many of my things are dangerous goods."

"You put this in your mouth, tell me the danger? Where is the danger?"

"This is the necrotic liquid, if you don't want to go crazy, it's better to stay away from it."

Portia was very interested: "Then what is the principle of soaking the bullet in Coke? Can it make the bullet more powerful?"

"I said that this is not Coke, it is necrotic liquid. Necrotic liquid is the poison of all living beings. Even spiritual bodies are also highly toxic. After ordinary bullets soak in the necrotic liquid, they can cause great trauma to the spirit body."

"Okay, undead liquid, how does this undead liquid taste?"

Refura rolled her eyes, then said, "Press her index finger in the middle of her eyebrows and look carefully in the bottle."

"What's the point of doing this?" Although Portia didn't understand, she still did it.

But the next moment, she saw that there seemed to be hundreds of empty faces in the bottle, wailing and struggling in the bottle.

"Ah...what is this?"

"It seems you understand." Refura took back the bottle.

"What the hell is this?" Portia asked with pale face and still fear.

"You won't want to know the refining process." Refura said calmly.

"Okay, it seems I need a sleep, my head hurts a little." Portia rubbed her eyebrows, got up and went back to her room.

...

Portia lay in bed early.

There was clouds and mist in front of me, and Portia suddenly sat up from the bed.

She found that the floor beside the bed was covered with flowers.

The whole room was filled with a strong fragrance of flowers.

"Dream?" Portia looked puzzled.

No, if you are in a dream, you will not be able to realize that you are dreaming.

Portia shook her head, trying to make herself more awake.

But the surrounding walls and floors are still colorful.

Portia pinched the back of her hand, and there was no pain?

Really dreaming.

Bang--

Suddenly, a gunshot exploded in my ears.

Portia was startled and opened her eyes suddenly.
To be continued...