The sky is like ink, black clouds are surging the city, and the blood-red earth exudes a bloody smell. Under the afterglow of the sunset, the clouds reflect a strange blood-red color, which is burning clouds.
In the red sky, the red earth, tens of thousands of soldiers fought on the vast earth. They sacrificed their lives, sprinkled their blood, and sacrificed their lives. The enemy leader, a white armored white horse, held a long sword in his hand, and slashed them down suddenly.
The sword is right in front of you, and death is about to come!
"Ah! No!"
He suddenly woke up, gasping heavily, greedily grabbing oxygen to relieve the fear in his heart. He patted his chest and smiled: It was this dream again, it has never ended since he woke up, and he dreamed back every time at midnight
, there will always come to you.
After drinking the water that had already been placed beside the pillow, the breeze blew, and a cold body felt that cold sweat had soaked my chest and back. It was really displeasing to face death every night.
Look at the sky, it's still early, so let's sleep for a while! It's so pitiful that he slept well in the second half of the night. He was already used to dreaming back in the middle of the night.
The next morning, he walked out of the hotel and headed towards the reservation.
"Master Xiao, I got up so early!" Uncle Roger, who was smacking the iron, greeted him with a smile. Roger was a blacksmith in the town. With the skills he learned from the city when he was young, he was considered wealthy in the town.
.Relying on the skills of few high-level warriors in the town, he has a high status in the town.
"Yes, Uncle Roger, young people are energetic and come out for a walk!" He responded naturally. There were not many people in the town and the folk customs were very simple. Since he woke up, he completely fell in love with this quiet and warm town.
, I have the urge to never want to leave.
Walking into the tallest building in the town, Xiao Tianming's dilapidated magician robe let him pass the doorman's inspection safely. Even the magician in the dilapidated was much nobler than the noblest civilians, which he learned.
One of the few unspoken rules.
The architectural decoration seems very noble and prosperous in the town. Many people wearing mage robes walk back and forth in the form of scholars or chat in a low voice, and the atmosphere is quiet and harmonious. This is the magic association and the place where magicians communicate.
He walked straight to the inconspicuous and worn bar next to him, and carefully took out four bottles of slightly turbid light blue liquid from his pocket. Ning Shenhua's cap came from the not-sealed bottle cap.
fragrance.
"Oh, it's Xiao Xiao! Look at what good things you have brought to me again?" The old magician lying behind the table raised his head from a magic book that was thicker than his head, as if it was smelling
When it comes to the taste, I search everywhere excitedly.
He shyly pushed the bottle on his hand. This was not the magic reagent bottle commonly used by magicians, but the Allah wine bottle commonly used at home. The taste of Ningshenhua is even stronger, and it has a natural unique to the mountains and fields.
smell.
"Mr. Larry, please help me see how much these things are worth?" he said timidly. In fact, he did not come here many times. To show respect, he called the declining and shrinking old man "Mr.
, In fact, people here prefer to call him Old Larry.
"Well, it's a primary magic recovery potion. The technique is a bit rough and the temperature is not good. The success is that it is done very seriously, the raw materials are also natural, not inferior goods cultivated by manual cultivation. Okay, little guy, I'll give you five
What do you think of a silver coin?” Old Larry said with a very professional bargaining look, and the young man couldn't raise his head.
Just when Old Larry was receiving the goods at a price far lower than the market, some of the magicians who were having fun chatting were dissatisfied: "Old Larry, you are so bad! You can earn twice the price of this ticket at a minimum.
gold!"
"That's right, young man, don't sell him the things, give them to me, I'll give you seven silver coins!" Someone gave up and made a fuss. It seemed that he was still very interested in these Siping magic potions. After all, for the magician, I came here.
It is said that magic is life. Xiao Tianming kept counting on his fingers.
"Haha, it turns out that you are also a profiteer!" A big man with an overly surplus of justice continued to run. The guy who took out the money and wanted to get a bargain left in shame.
"Ten silver coins, old man, I don't say anything about you. You can't have more silver coins!" The old mage showed an ability to adapt to the situation beyond ordinary people.
It was also a long time to calculate with my fingers before I realized that ten silver coins were not at a loss.
"Okay!" Xiao Tianming nodded and agreed. He handed in one hand and delivered in the other. All his busy results this week turned into silver coins in his hand, enough silver coins to use.
"Young man, make something of good quality, come again!" The appraiser said reluctantly, and his pace accelerated.
Primary mana recovery potion is not a high-level potion. Basically anyone with a little knowledge of pharmacy knows that most people will do it. The question is, how to get the best results and sell it at a good price.
Its core material, Ningshenhua, is not difficult to collect, and its operation method is also ordinary juice extraction and blending. The effect of use is an extremely useful method of ordinary magic practice for primary magicians. He also accidentally did not intend to
I remembered that I did a few things, but I didn’t expect that I became very popular in the town and therefore became the main business.
The sky is like ink, black clouds are surging the city, and the blood-red earth exudes a bloody smell. Under the afterglow of the sunset, the clouds reflect a strange blood-red color, which is burning clouds.
In the red sky, the red earth, tens of thousands of soldiers fought on the vast earth. They sacrificed their lives, sprinkled their blood, and sacrificed their lives. The enemy leader, a white armored white horse, held a long sword in his hand, and slashed them down suddenly.
The sword is right in front of you, and death is about to come!
"Ah! No!"
He suddenly woke up, gasping heavily, greedily grabbing oxygen to relieve the fear in his heart. He patted his chest and smiled: It was this dream again, it has never ended since he woke up, and he dreamed back every time at midnight
, there will always come to you.
After drinking the water that had already been placed beside the pillow, the breeze blew, and a cold body felt that cold sweat had soaked my chest and back. It was really displeasing to face death every night.
Look at the sky, it's still early, so let's sleep for a while! It's so pitiful that he slept well in the second half of the night. He was already used to dreaming back in the middle of the night.
The next morning, he walked out of the hotel and headed towards the reservation.
"Master Xiao, I got up so early!" Uncle Roger, who was smacking the iron, greeted him with a smile. Roger was a blacksmith in the town. With the skills he learned from the city when he was young, he was considered wealthy in the town.
.Relying on the skills of few high-level warriors in the town, he has a high status in the town.
"Yes, Uncle Roger, young people are energetic and come out for a walk!" He responded naturally. There were not many people in the town and the folk customs were very simple. Since he woke up, he completely fell in love with this quiet and warm town.
, I have the urge to never want to leave.
Walking into the tallest building in the town, Xiao Tianming's dilapidated magician robe let him pass the doorman's inspection safely. Even the magician in the dilapidated was much nobler than the noblest civilians, which he learned.
One of the few unspoken rules.
The architectural decoration seems very noble and prosperous in the town. Many people wearing mage robes walk back and forth in the form of scholars or chat in a low voice, and the atmosphere is quiet and harmonious. This is the magic association and the place where magicians communicate.
He walked straight to the inconspicuous and worn bar next to him, and carefully took out four bottles of slightly turbid light blue liquid from his pocket. Ning Shenhua's cap came from the not-sealed bottle cap.
fragrance.
"Oh, it's Xiao Xiao! Look at what good things you have brought to me again?" The old magician lying behind the table raised his head from a magic book that was thicker than his head, as if it was smelling
When it comes to the taste, I search everywhere excitedly.
He shyly pushed the bottle on his hand. This was not the magic reagent bottle commonly used by magicians, but the Allah wine bottle commonly used at home. The taste of Ningshenhua is even stronger, and it has a natural unique to the mountains and fields.
smell.
"Mr. Larry, please help me see how much these things are worth?" he said timidly. In fact, he did not come here many times. To show respect, he called the declining and shrinking old man "Mr.
, In fact, people here prefer to call him Old Larry.
"Well, it's a primary magic recovery potion. The technique is a bit rough and the temperature is not good. The success is that it is done very seriously, the raw materials are also natural, not inferior goods cultivated by manual cultivation. Okay, little guy, I'll give you five
What do you think of a silver coin?” Old Larry said with a very professional bargaining look, and the young man couldn't raise his head.
Just when Old Larry was receiving the goods at a price far lower than the market, some of the magicians who were having fun chatting were dissatisfied: "Old Larry, you are so bad! You can earn twice the price of this ticket at a minimum.
gold!"
"That's right, young man, don't sell him the things, give them to me, I'll give you seven silver coins!" Someone gave up and made a fuss. It seemed that he was still very interested in these Siping magic potions. After all, for the magician, I came here.
It is said that magic is life. Xiao Tianming kept counting on his fingers.
"Haha, it turns out that you are also a profiteer!" A big man with an overly surplus of justice continued to run. The guy who took out the money and wanted to get a bargain left in shame.
"Ten silver coins, old man, I don't say anything about you. You can't have more silver coins!" The old mage showed an ability to adapt to the situation beyond ordinary people.
It was also a long time to calculate with my fingers before I realized that ten silver coins were not at a loss.
"Okay!" Xiao Tianming nodded and agreed. He handed in one hand and delivered in the other. All his busy results this week turned into silver coins in his hand, enough silver coins to use.
"Young man, make something of good quality, come again!" The appraiser said reluctantly, and his pace accelerated.
Primary mana recovery potion is not a high-level potion. Basically anyone with a little knowledge of pharmacy knows that most people will do it. The question is, how to get the best results and sell it at a good price.
Its core material, Ningshenhua, is not difficult to collect, and its operation method is also ordinary juice extraction and blending. The effect of use is an extremely useful method of ordinary magic practice for primary magicians. He also accidentally did not intend to
I remembered that I did a few things, but I didn’t expect that I became very popular in the town and therefore became the main business.