After the immortal disappeared

The next thing he said was in a lowered voice, "Otherwise we have to run away tonight!"

Of course, He Chunhua on the side still heard it and covered his forehead.

Lingguang also knew that the matter was very important, so he jumped to the old cow.

The guy had green foam coming out of his mouth and his limbs were struggling. Ling Guang rolled his eyes and said, "The red thread in his eyes has gone away. It seems that after applying it twice, the effect of the medicine on it is obviously reduced. This is a good thing. Well, let's take some blood and see."

He Lingchuan couldn't help but curse.

"Very small" is a relative concept. The behavior of this mad cow just now was obviously that he was too high. If he drank a little more green juice, might he have to go to the Xunren camp opposite to play?

If all three hundred cows were like this...

Um?

This idea seems great.

Just as the hornbill accepted Zhao Pan's instructions and flew to the leader of the barbarian bull to apologize, assure and comfort him, Lingguang used a hollow reed pipe to drain a little blood from the barbarian bull on the ground.

Probably only about two kilograms.

Then it started adding ingredients to the cow blood, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger's. Including He Lingchuan, everyone else looked at it for a moment, their eyes almost unable to keep up with its hand speed.

The wild cattle came around and kicked their hooves angrily.

He Lingchuan even saw Ling Guang dip his finger into some of the prepared cow blood, put it into his mouth and taste it.

"Hey..." He rushed over and grabbed Ling Guang. If even Yao Yuan went crazy, he really didn't know how the situation in front of him would end.

Fortunately, Lingguang was reliable this time. He spent a few seconds sipping the taste, and then jumped up and down with joy: "Okay, okay, I tried it!"

The He family father and son and their men all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then Lingguang began to prepare the medicine.

It shook so hard that half of the potion spilled out.

He Lingchuan glared: "Can you stop shaking?"

"No!" Lingguang was trembling all over, "I was also infected, and the medicine is too strong." It didn't follow its instinct to yell, rush into the jungle and throw branches at the crowd, it was already extremely restrained.

Zhao Pan's military doctor watched for a long time, then hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'll do it."

Lingguang moved his mouth and he moved his hands. The two monkeys cooperated quite well.

Finally, the potion was finally prepared.

Under the glare of hundreds of pairs of bull's eyes, the military doctor poured the potion into the bull on the ground.

After only a dozen breaths, Man Niu's manic energy was suppressed, he mooed several times, and his limbs stopped shaking.

The hornbill landed on its horns and simultaneously translated: "It's awake, no need to tie it up."

He Lingchuan easily removed the rope, and the bull climbed up with difficulty. He took two shaky steps, but still couldn't stand, and fell down again to catch his breath.

"Give it some time to recover." Lingguang motioned to the soldiers to bring a bucket of water and put it next to the bull. "It should be fine."

"Okay, okay, stop looking!" The generals came out at this time to disperse the crowd of onlookers.

The leader of the Manniu came over to check and made sure that his companion was fine, so he shook his head and led his men back to eat grass.

Zhao Pan also relaxed, looked at He Lingchuan and said: "Since you have redeemed your merits, I will not punish you for the sake of Lord He. From now on, you are not allowed to mess around in my military camp!"

He Lingchuan nodded quickly, and the medicine ape beside him also poured himself a potion.

The storm finally subsided.

He Chunhua scolded him for a few words, and finally patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "I just pushed you out and let General Zhao kill you at will. That's because I knew he would never do this."

Seeing that the eldest son curled his lips and looked very impatient, He Chunhua was not angry and left with Wu Shaoyi and others behind his back.

He Lingchuan looked at his back and felt that this father seemed quite happy and closer to him.

What are you happy about?

Are you happy that your son got into trouble? He Lingchuan is still the same He Lingchuan?

Speaking of which, since time traveling, the troubles and mistakes "He Lingchuan" has made have visibly decreased. Could it be that He Chunhua was used to this son in the past and felt uncomfortable when he saw him not causing trouble?

He Lingchuan shook off the strange thoughts in his mind and walked back to his tent with Lingguang in hand.

The rock wolf is already there. He got a torn leather belt from somewhere and is gnawing happily on it.

This guy had been hiding so well just now that he didn't even show up when the bull was charging. He Lingchuan wanted to ask, what is the use of this wolf guard?

Lingguang lost all strength after taking the medicine and lay limply on the table.

"What's going on with Dong Rui's medicine?" He Lingchuan remembered the original topic. There has been such a big commotion, but there is still no answer.

Ling Guang also looked very tired, and almost only had the energy to speak:

"The main ingredient in Dong Rui's medicine should have been diluted and prepared."

He Lingchuan was stunned: "Has he already diluted it first?" Dong Rui diluted it once, and Lingguang diluted it a hundred times. After two hands, the phoenix tree was still able to grow wildly.

The wild cow just ate a little bit of sycamore leaf juice, and didn't even swallow a few leaves, and turned into a mad cow?

"Then how ferocious are the raw materials of this main medicine?"

"That should be..." Ling Guang paused at this point, "Although I can't give it a definite identity, based on my observation, it's probably a kind of blood."

"Blood?" He Lingchuan couldn't believe it, "Is this blood flowing from some kind of creature?"

"It doesn't have to be flowing out, it can also be extracted..." Ling Guang said weakly, "Yes, it should be blood. I guarantee it with my title of Alchemist for thirteen years."

"A little bit of blood, after multiple dilutions, still has such power?" He Lingchuan was puzzled, "Could it be an ancient mythical beast or a true immortal?"

"I don't know, after all, I haven't tested the blood of mythical beasts." Ling Guang shook his head, "But every biological body I used for experiments has a repulsive reaction with it. So the rabbit can grow three P-shares , the bark of the sycamore tree turned blue-purple. These changes that go against its original characteristics are all due to the invasion and destruction of their bodies, and the stress produced mutations."

He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "Like the ghost apes and werewolves under Dong Rui, and that strange bird?"

The ghost ape can also have a pair of eyes on the back of its head, and a pair of arms on its back, giving it four eyes and four arms.

And that amazing defense.

Not to mention the werewolves, they simply broke away from the wolf form and transformed into the human form. This directly violates normal laws.

Lingguang thought for a while and then said: "Because the mutation was too intense, my test subjects couldn't bear it and died soon. To be more serious, it is highly toxic to most living creatures."

"So it could be a toxin, too?"

Ling Guang thought for a while: "I still tend to think that this is a kind of blood, but it has too strong a catalytic effect on living creatures. Or conversely, the test body is too weak."

"But the bull and the beast survived, which shows that the effectiveness can indeed diminish." He Lingchuan pondered, "Dong Rui may have understood the secrets long ago, so that he can effectively control the changes of these demon puppets under him, making them stronger instead of Death. Well, where on earth did he get such a thing?"

This is probably the core secret of the Demon Puppet Master, right?

"Give me a little more time." Ling Guang blinked, "I think the drug can be further optimized. Maybe my boss can use it in battle in the future."

"If you use this thing in battle, will you end up like you afterwards?" Like a high-level paraplegic.

"...So we need to optimize it again." Ling Guang said weakly, "Now the inside is burning, as if it is about to be cooked."

"Bring water!" He Lingchuan naturally shouted outside the tent, "Maotao, bring water..."

After shouting for a while, he suddenly came to his senses.

Rock Wolf also raised his head and looked at him brightly.

He Lingchuan was silent, and then Shan Youjun suddenly poked his head in and asked, "Master, do you want water?"

He went to pour hot water, and He Lingchuan supported the monkey and slowly fed it.

Ling Guang didn't know what to say.

After it finished drinking, He Lingchuan took out another blanket and covered it, and whispered: "Go to sleep."

This is really a difficult day.

He walked out of the tent, stretched out, and looked up to see the starry sky.

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As soon as I opened the window, the cold air hit my face.

He Lingchuan poked his head out, and a handful of snow fell from the treetop, hitting his forehead with a "bu".

"Phew, it's so cold."

Even the frozen soil on the front line of Xiazhou has melted and the rivers are flowing fast again, but it is still cold here. Just like this, he knew that he was back in the dreamland of Panlong again.

I haven't dreamed for several days. The cold winter air is always cold and clean, and it makes my heart cool to take a breath.

For some reason, He Lingchuan felt particularly awake every time he entered a dream.

There was no mission today, so he planned to practice as soon as possible. In reality, after marching for many days, all the homework has been forgotten. He was also planning to go out and find a good knife for himself.

Last time he was chasing monsters in the city, the leather of that thing was too hard, and the long knife he exchanged from Pengcheng Department was cut off. So far, he still has no weapons to use.

But when his hand habitually touched his waist, he froze.

Why? etc!

This texture?

He Lingchuan lowered his head and saw that it was a familiar handle + a familiar scabbard, a combination he saw every day and all the time in reality.

The treasured sword is worn on the waist.

He drew the knife bit by bit, and the brilliance inherent in it came out bit by bit.

Sure enough, it’s Fu Sheng!

Isn't he dreaming?

No, he was in a dream.

He Lingchuan drew out his sword and held it in mid-air. Well, it still works just like in reality.

The feeling of being connected to each other has not diminished at all, and none of the weapons used in the dream can bring this feeling.

This big baby suddenly followed him into his dream. Was it because he had repaired the broken knife and renamed it? Or is it because he prayed last time, hoping to find a replacement weapon as soon as possible in his dream?

In any case, the most advantageous treasure has also appeared, which is even more powerful for him.

He flicked the blade and asked the sword: "Do you know that I am short of good weapons?"

The sword answered with a long cry.

The cold wind blew into the house, it was too cold. He Lingchuan was about to close the window when he suddenly heard a strange noise.

Click, click, click, three times in a row, as if someone pressed a clicker.

I saw someone calling my wife in the book review section.

Er, this is the name of an external station, a little more than DaDa.

But here~~ I want to call it "Juju".