Medicine door witch

Chapter 865 Ninth Inheritance (1)

What Xun'er, Chunbai, and Heiyu took was a lavender pill.

After they took it, they didn't have any pain reaction, and their faces were as usual.

Jianlong lay on the ground, feeling unbalanced, and couldn't help muttering: "Why isn't the lavender pill given to me?"

Ling Luo lowered her head, a stubborn and cold light flashed across her eyes, and said with a sneer, "What do you think?"

Jianlong knew he was wrong, shrank his neck, and stopped talking.

After about a cup of tea, Ling Luo opened Xun'er's eyelids, rolled up her sleeves, carefully checked her skin, and only after making sure that she was safe, did she let Chunbai and Heiyu send her back home. Into the room.

"Yu, come with me to Zhiren Pavilion."

Xuanyuan Yu looked at the sky outside the window, and said in surprise, "It's already midnight? Are you sure?"

"I need to make a large amount of medicine to prevent poisonous insects, which is enough for the entire Yingyang City. It is definitely not enough to rely on my own strength." Ling Luo's eyes flashed a solemn look, and said, "Only Mr. Shu of Zhiren Pavilion, his subordinates have a large number of professional dispensing teams, and this matter must be done by him."

Seeing Ling Luo's insistence, Xuanyuan Yu could only say, "Okay."

Ever since, the two of them stayed up all night, and rushed to Zhiren Pavilion, the No. [-] Auction Pavilion in Yingyang Emperor Capital, and woke up Shu Jun and Shu Sanye's uncle and nephew overnight.

"Third Lord, there are three prescriptions here, each of which produces 300 million pills." Ling Luo handed over the pharmacy she had just developed.

As the only pharmacist in the country, Shu Sanye has recruited no less than a hundred disciples for decades, and the cauldron and equipment for refining medicinal materials are even more procedural.

Most of the medicinal materials in Xijiu's country came from Mr. Shu's hands.

"300 million for each item? Wouldn't it add up to 900 million?" Mr. Shu was extremely shocked by the amount, "How long does it take for Miss Ling to refine it?"

Ling Luo stretched out two fingers, said with a serious expression, "Two days."

"Two days?!" Third Master Shu's voice changed, his face was extremely pale, "How is that possible?"

"Ordinary fire in the world is not acceptable, but extreme fire is fine." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and a trace of determination flashed across her bright and beautiful eyes.

"But..." Third Master Shu frowned deeply, "Where will I go to find such a precious Heaven and Earth Extreme Fire?"

"Don't look for it, I have it here."

Ling Luo leaned down, picked up the humble dragon who had followed him on the ground, handed it to Mr. Shu, and said, "Squeeze whatever you want, use whatever you want."

"This..." The wrinkles on Mr. Shu's forehead deepened, and he cast his suspicious eyes on Jianlong, and said, "What use is such a fat black cat?"

"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

The corners of Jianlong's eyes twitched fiercely, and he roared at Mr. Shu.

While roaring, saliva splashed everywhere, and a black flame of extreme fire erupted.

"Ah—" Mr. Shu was startled, he backed away hastily, and more than half of his beard was scorched.

"Hmph, how dare you be so petite, tremble, you stupid mortal!" The humble dragon's proud, furry black cat's tail was all up, and it was dancing wildly.

With an indifferent smile on Ling Luo's face, he slapped Jianlong's head with a slap.

(End of this chapter)