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 important, so he jumped to the old cow.
There was green foam at the mouth, and his limbs were struggling. Ling Guang turned his eyes and said, "The red thread in his eyes has disappeared. It seems that after applying it with both hands, the effect of the medicine on it is obviously reduced. This is
It's a good thing, um, let's take some blood and take a look."
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 began to add ingredients to the cow blood, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger's. Everyone else, including He Lingchuan, looked at it for a while, and the speed of its eyes could hardly keep up with the speed of its hands.
A herd of wild cattle came around and stamped 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 subordinates all breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then Lingguang began to prepare the medicine.
It was shaking so hard that half of the medicine was spilled outside.
He Lingchuan's eyes were angry: "Can you stop shaking?"
"No!" Lingguang's whole body was shaking, "I was also infected, and the medicine is no longer strong." It didn't follow its instinct and yelled. It rushed into the jungle and threw branches at the crowd, and 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 stares of hundreds of pairs of bull 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 is awake and there is no need to tie it up."
He Lingchuan removed the rope easily, and the bull climbed up with difficulty, took two shaky steps, but still couldn't stand, and fell down to pant again.
"Give it some time to recover." Lingguang signaled 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 Master 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 number of troubles and mistakes "He Lingchuan" has made has visibly decreased. Could it be that He Chunhua was used to this son in the past and felt uncomfortable when he didn't cause 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 broken leather belt from somewhere and is chewing it happily.
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's 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 was such a big commotion, but the answer has not yet been found.
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 here, "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 blood, after multiple dilutions, can still have 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 their bodies being invaded and destroyed, and the stress causing mutations."
He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "Like Dong Rui's ghost apes, werewolves, and that strange bird?"
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And that amazing defense.
Not to mention the werewolf, it simply broke away from the wolf form and transformed into the human form. This directly violated the 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 also be a toxin?"
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 that bull and you survived, it 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 monsters 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.
Yanlang 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 some 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 outside, 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 freezing here. Just from this, he knew that he was back in the Coiling Dragon Dreamland.
I haven't dreamed for several days. The cold winter air is always crisp 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 his martial arts as soon as possible. In reality, he had been marching for many days, and all his homework had been forgotten. He also planned 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 the Pengcheng Department was cut off. So far, he still has no weapon to use.
But as soon as his hand habitually touched his waist, the person froze.
Huh? Wait!
This texture?
He Lingchuan lowered his head and saw that it was a familiar handle and 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 pulled out his sword and held it in mid-air. Well, he still used his arms and fingers 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.
Is this big treasure suddenly following him into his dream because he has repaired the broken knife and renamed it? Or is it because he prayed last time and hoped 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 room, 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.