Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 90
Luo Qing, who was splitting up Barrett, paused, thinking about the re-established balance.

The righteous party has also begun to exert its strength, and finally the black party is not the dominant one.

For the saints of order, this is a good thing, which shows that the recovery of the world has accelerated, at least the concentration of magic power has reached the level of a magister.

And the recovery of magic power also means that Order has the possibility of self-healing. Otherwise, he will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey if he is just a Saint of Order to do things.

After thinking about it, Luo Qing didn't care too much, and started to prepare the alchemy potion.

For Barrett, he has an idea, the bullet must be enchanted, and then the power must be fully charged, first set a small target, one bullet can penetrate a mountain!

Thinking about it, Luo Qing continued to disassemble enthusiastically.
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Florida, Badlands.

The quiet moonlight covered the earth, making this desolate area even more desolate.

A monster with a bird's beak looked around in confusion with orange eyes, and a bat flew over the sky, bringing a glimmer of life to this place.

He is a great profession in ancient times, called epidemic doctor.

They are determined to eradicate all diseases and curses in the world, always wandering around the battlefield and various tribes, helping all patients for free, they are the most selfless group of people in that era.

At that time, whether it was the dying wounded, or some kind of curse or terminal illness, as long as you saw the beak mask, you had the hope of life.

It's just that there are such a group of sage-like existences, but there are not many people who like them, and the reason...
The epidemic doctor raised his head slightly, watched the bat go away, his eyes were thoughtful, he seemed to have found his new goal, and slowly took steps.

step~
The sound of footsteps fell, obviously it was only one step, but he walked out of the wasteland directly as if teleporting.

step~
After another sound of footsteps, the outskirts of the city came into view. Under the orange mask of the epidemic doctor, there was some surprise, and relief gradually appeared in the eyes of the modern high-rise buildings.

Turning his head, he found his first target, a strong black man with wild eyes, a needle stuck in his arm, and writhing crazily on the ground.

Compassion and pity appeared in the eyes of the epidemic doctor. He walked up to this person slowly, and said in a hoarse but gentle tone, "Sir, you are sick."

As he said that, he pulled out the needle, leaned close to the beak mask and sniffed it, and said in a compassionate tone: "Is it a drug that stimulates the spirit and makes the living beings reach a state of extreme excitement and happiness, and produce dependence?"

"What a poor human race." The gray light flickered in his hand, and the needle disappeared instantly, and he murmured: "I will save you."

"This level of dependence requires surgery, and cutting off the irritated nerve should solve the root cause."

"No, this drug is also destructive to the body, it seems to destroy the immune system, and there are a total of twelve diseases in this human race."

"As a qualified doctor, it seems that reconstruction surgery is still needed, so let's dismember it first."

While muttering, a small and exquisite scalpel appeared in his hand, emitting a slightly cold light under the moonlight.

As if he had a premonition of something, there was a flash of clarity in the excited eyes of the strong man. He suddenly saw a strange man with a knife in front of him, and his eyes became extremely frightened.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The strong man yelled in horror, pulled out a pistol from his arms, and emptied the magazine with a bang bang bang.

The epidemic doctor looked down at the tinkling bullets, and his eyes became more compassionate: "It seems that this medicine can also make people aggressive. This is not good. What the world needs is peace."

While muttering, he stretched out his hand, the sharp scalpel slashed across in an instant, and a black arm holding a gun fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the epidemic doctor's movements accelerated, and the sound of scrubbing was accompanied by horrible screams and flesh and blood flying everywhere, adding a hint of horror to this abandoned building in the suburbs.

It's just that the eyes of the plague doctor under the bird's beak mask are still compassionate, and his hands are even more unbelievably stable, completely ignoring the patient's opinion.

When the moonlight began to sink and the sky turned pale, the epidemic doctor let out a long breath.

He said with joy in his eyes: "Sir, this is a very perfect operation. Your disease has been completely cured. Congratulations, you are already a completely healthy human race, and there is no longer any disease on your body."

The burly man nodded dully, and he looked down at the dense sutures on his body, which looked like a piece of minced meat.

I don't know how many times the string in my heart broke, and I fell to the ground again and passed out.

The epidemic doctor looked at the state of the person in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that the husband also fell asleep happily, I wish you a sweet dream."

After speaking, the epidemic doctor thought for a while, waved his hand, and a thin blanket flew from nowhere, and gently covered the strong man.

After finishing all this, the epidemic doctor retracted the scalpel with a swipe, and turned around with gratified joy under the mask.

Immediately, I saw another black man walking this way while calling Sen to the left, as if he was looking for someone.

Although he knew that others couldn't see it, there was still a gentle smile on the face of the epidemic doctor's mask. He hurriedly greeted him, ignoring the pistol that the man took out, and said in a gentle tone: "Sir, you are sick."

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" The man's eyes were terrified, looking at this unusually tall monster, his hand holding the gun trembled.

The epidemic doctor bowed very friendly: "Although I haven't diagnosed you yet, according to my experience, you have also used the drug that stimulates the spirit. You have body odor, sexually transmitted diseases and other eight diseases on your body, and you need reconstructive surgery. Get treatment."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand! Don't come here."

Bang bang bang.
"Monster, what do you want to do? Ahhhhhhh"
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Noon, boom!

After a huge roar, smoke and dust filled the air, and a huge cyan boulder as tall as a person in front of it shattered, and behind the boulder, a huge pothole more than one meter deep appeared, giving people a sense of shock.

Luo Qing frowned and looked at the burst Barrett barrel, then looked at the damage caused by a bullet, and murmured in disappointment: "The material is too low-grade."

The original firing of firearms is actually to use the high temperature and high pressure generated by gunpowder to push the bullet out.

But now he replaced the pushing material with a stronger magic explosion. Although the alchemy bullet was fired, Barrett was also scrapped.

He thought for a while, turned around, and walked back to the castle. Now he needs to study extraordinary metals first, and the idea of ​​loading bullets is too primitive.

He needs a powerful energy core to continuously generate specific energy, and then create a conversion device to allow this specific energy to generate bullets by itself.

In this way, he only needs to constantly transform the core and strengthen the metal, and the new alchemist Barrett will become stronger and stronger, without the need to constantly change weapons due to the increase in strength.

Thinking about it, Luo Qing paused, and suddenly he thought of a somewhat outrageous idea, what would happen if the energy core of this weapon was the rune of the peak mantra?
Luo Qing's eyes gradually became excited. As long as the generation of rune power is well adjusted, this is the top energy core.

Even if that thing is regarded as a one-time weapon, each shot can be overclocked, and now he can make materials that will not hurt himself, and one shot with one archmage is not a problem at all.

Thinking about it, he walked back to the castle excitedly. At this time, Daolong's magic room happened to open.

"Master, hurry up, give me the curse blue rune, I have a good idea." Before seeing Daolong come out, Luo Qing shouted enthusiastically.

Daolong came out with a silent face, followed by a bloody Apiao and a one-meter-tall super moose. Obviously, the transformation has been completed.

"There is an epidemic doctor who has recovered. It's best not to go out for a while." Daolong said, raising his hand, and a pattern of a bird's beak mask was spinning in his hand.

Daolong sighed: "As recorded, I didn't hide it at all, and even took the initiative to tell others that they are coming."

"Plague doctor?" Luo Qing was taken aback, the excitement in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by entanglement, how could this thing recover?
Epidemiologists are such a thing, how should I put it, this is an organization that lives completely in its own world, and in ancient times, it was slightly better than the Saints of Order.

They are all saints, they will gently comfort the patient, but they don't care whether the patient is willing or not, as long as they see that you are sick, they may perform an operation on the street without anesthesia at all.

And the worst thing about their reputation is that whenever a creature has more than two diseases, such as a cold and hemorrhoids, there is a high probability that they will be reorganized by them.

Literally reorganizing, the body is dismembered piece by piece, and then the special energy of the epidemic doctor is used to maintain the life of the living beings, and then all the bad diseases are eliminated piece by piece.

Finally, sew it up and pour some kind of healing potion exclusive to the plague doctor, so as to achieve the effect of curing all diseases and curses.

They firmly believe that as long as their surgery is performed quickly, the dreamed-up society without disease and disaster will come.

"Yes, epidemic doctor." Daolong glanced at Luo Qing, looked at Luo Qing with a strange look, and said silently: "They will definitely be very interested in living evil spirits like you, so be careful."

Patting Luo Qing on the shoulder, Daolong waved his hand, and Gan walked out of the purple smoke, holding a blue rune in his hand.

Luo Qing looked at the door of the magic room that had been closed again, and his eyes became more and more entangled. Suddenly, he thought of a record about the belief of the epidemic doctor, his eyes lit up, and a bold and feasible idea appeared in his mind.

"Gan, you can just put this thing in the library." After speaking, Luo Qing turned her head excitedly, looked at the expressionless and lifeless Bloody Yi and gave a pause.

Moving his gaze back slightly, the cute and silly moose came into his eyes, and he asked excitedly, "Can you go back by yourself?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the expressionless evil spirit came back to life with a swipe.

Xue Yi looked at Luo Qing vigilantly and said (゜д゜): "What do you mean? If you can't come back by yourself, what will you do to my body?"

Luo Qing: I can't make it through, right?

His eyes wandered, looking up and down at this little two-thousand-year-old loli. She has a small body, snow-white skin, exquisite facial features, eyebrows, pupils, and red lips. With blood-colored hair and clothes, this is a collision of white and red.

It seems kind of cute.

A gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Luo Qing's face, just as he was about to appease him, Piaoyuan looked at him in horror with a swish of his bloody clothes.

Bloody clothes Σ(っ°Д°;)っ: The prototype is revealed!

Zhu Lin in the corner [﹏]: curled up silently, reducing the sense of existence.

(End of this chapter)