The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

She touched the tip of her nose.

Serious smile.

If you didn't burn the spirit root, if you didn't roast him, it would be fatal.

A few more fire elements were stuffed in, and the small hole was temporarily filled.

Almost immediately, Shen Changlin was no longer hungry.

"…"

The corners of his mouth twitched, his expression odd.

"So, it's not that I'm hungry, but Linggen is hungry?"

"right."

…

Don't know what to say at all.

He stuffed the few remaining sticks of bread into his mouth, tsk tsk shook his head and followed behind the young man Chu, and walked towards the Sword God Guild.

The leader of the Sword God Society was a middle-aged man who did not know him.

But the middle-aged man clearly knew the three of them.

I think it should have been explained by Qi Lao.

The middle-aged looked at the three with a smile, brought them into a temporary settlement, took out a small box and handed it to Chu Juvenile.

"The president asked to give it to you."

She reached out to take it and opened her eyes.

It was a sealed, conical clear glass, small potion bottle.

There is a small half bottle of colorful liquid in it, which is the blood of the colorful elk.

Even the blood is colorful, showing how beautiful the elk is.

She turned to look at Fuxi to the side.

"Do you want it?"

Fuxi nodded.

"The blood of the colorful elk can be refined and fused into a special potion. If you take it during the holy baptism, it can increase the fusion of multi-magic crystals. I want to study it and try to use it in the fusion of multi-linguistic roots."

His words made the middle-aged man on the side look at him suspiciously.

Such a bold idea.

However, China and the West are not compatible, and this idea is likely to fail.

only-

"Are you a pharmacist?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

This young man looks so young.

As far as he knew, the youngest pharmacist was in his forties.

But this young man is only in his early twenties, where can there be such a young pharmacist?

"No, just interested."

Fu Xi shook his head.

His spiritual roots could not support him to concoct medicine pills.

However, it is still possible to prepare medicines.

After all, the spiritual power used to prepare the potion is not as huge as alchemy, and it is not afraid of destroying the spiritual roots.

Outside the world, the spirit grass is too rare for him to practice his hands.

In the bounds, it is possible to arrive.

The middle-aged man understands.

Like the pharmacist, the magician, and the talisman, they are all very popular professions.

Both East and West are scarce.

Many people enjoy research.

But this kind of thing is about talent.

It is a meal that God tastes, not hard work.

But that doesn't stop people from following.

As for the young man Chu, without any hesitation, he separated a part of the blood of the colorful elk.

I gave Fuxi a vial, put away the other vial, and went back to Xianshuling.

The middle-aged man looked straight.

This young man is really generous.

The blood of colorful elk is so precious and rare.

There was one in the Samael Mountains, or the Black Tomb Mountains, and now it is afraid that it has disappeared.

But this young man gave it away without blinking his eyes.

really—

Rich and powerful!

However, I didn't expect that their president would be willing to give it away.

Someone had discussed with the president earlier, but they were all turned away by him.

Who is this young man?

"Dad! Dad! An accident is about to happen, Xiao Hu is fighting with someone—"

A young man in a hurry ran in in a hurry, his face was pale and his eyes were terrified.

"Wei Qi he, he vomited blood, belly, a hole in his stomach, hurry up! You hurry up—"

The boy's voice was full of tears, obviously frightened.

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly.

He didn't care about the three of them and ran out quickly.

The boy who was sobbing while wiping away his tears also followed.

Shen Changlin twisted his cheeks and walked out.

The young man Chu ruffled his silver hair, and led Fuxi to follow.

On the south side of Angelo Square, there are many people around.

From far away, you can smell a very thick **** smell.

Shen Changlin's face sank.

Such a strong smell of blood, the injured person, I am afraid that-

When he appeared beside the wide-eyed, dying boy.

His expression turned completely cold.

The big hole in the stomach is trickling out with blood.

The young man seemed to be soaked in blood.

That middle-aged man, with an unsightly expression on his face, was trying to rescue him.

But anyone with eyes can see it.

This young man, I'm afraid—

Fuxi bent down, and with the pained expression on the middle-aged man's face, he took out a small bottle of medicine, opened the boy's mouth, and poured it into it.

"You, this is—"

The middle-aged man looked at him with an ugly and sad expression, with faint hope.

Physical practice is no better than spiritual practice.

The spiritual practice was fatally injured, and as long as the spiritual root is not destroyed, it can still be rescued.

But body repair, if you are fatally injured, you will die.

"A soothing agent."

Fuxi opened his mouth slowly, and the spiritual energy poured out from the palm of his hand to stop the bleeding for the young man.

"Find a suturing doctor to come over, and you can still save it sooner."

Anti-proliferative agents can delay the damage of the damaged body.

For spiritual practice, drink a bottle and cooperate with spiritual power to heal quickly.

But body repair is not enough, mortal body needs to sew wounds in order to heal.

"Ah, oh, well—"

The middle-aged man rushed up and was about to find a doctor.

"Well, don't look for it."

Chu youth, who got a medicine box from nowhere, squatted down.

Roll up his sleeves, open the medicine box, take out the tools, and suture the boy's wound.

The middle-aged man who looked at it was stunned.

And Shen Changlin, who ran to find a doctor, completely forgot about this master, and he still has medical skills.

There is a palliative agent to delay the proliferation of wounds from the inside, coupled with the spiritual power to isolate and stop the bleeding from the outside, plus the Chu youth's ten fingers fluttering, the fast suture skills can only see the afterimage.

Three minutes later, the young man who was on the verge of breathing in, but not out, has stabilized.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, but he forgot the blood on his hand and smeared his face, embarrassed and miserable.

Just finished here.

Shen Changlin over there ran back with a doctor under his arm.

"Uh-"

After running back, I remembered that this person is skilled in medicine.

He touched his nose and put the star-piercing doctor on the ground.

He coughed lightly and asked.

"How?"

"It's okay, just keep it for a few days."

Clear the blood on the hands, clean the tools, and organize them.

Looking at the dizzy doctor who couldn't come back to God, Chu Jujuan's mouth twitched.

Well, good, no more running.

This medicine box is also the doctor's.

She picked up the medicine box and put it beside the doctor, squinting Shen Changlin.

"Have you forgotten that Grandpa knows how to heal?"

"…"

Shen Changlin floated his eyes in a guilty conscience, he laughed, and said nothing.

Such a fool.

Rolling his eyes at him, she looked at the middle-aged man.

"Find a place for him to rest."

"Thank you, thank you—"

The middle-aged man bent towards the three of them, his voice trembling with fear.

Fuxi handed the boy to the middle-aged man's arms and warned him.

"Don't touch the water for three days. This is a healing potion. When he wakes up, give it to him, and the stitches can be removed."