Douluo: I am Bibi Dong's golden finger

Chapter 42 Battle in the Capital of Slaughter (1)

"Indeed, this kind of...underwear is very comfortable to wear, but it's also very revealing. What exactly do I need to do?" Tang Yuehua asked.

At this time, Si Qingfeng walked down from the second floor slowly, with a stack of sketches in his hand, he said with a smile:

"This is a plan for the promotion of underwear. It also includes a new store model and the production process of new spices. You can learn about the latter two. After all, this new store is opened in the name of the owner of Yuexuan."

"New spices?"

"That's right, a brand new spice." Bibi Dong agreed.

The new fragrance that Si Qingfeng mentioned was actually perfume.

The three magic weapons of women's economy: perfume, clothes and cosmetics.

Because of the craftsmanship, he couldn't make the cosmetics known as "Oriental Cosmetology", but the perfume and clothes were simple.

The so-called perfume is essentially a mixture of alcohol and aromatic vegetable oils.

The production of alcohol is much simpler, and high concentration alcohol can be produced by distillation. .

But plant essential oils are extremely difficult to make.

Such as distillation, solvent method, pressing method, etc., there are many sub-categories under it. Just one method of distillation can be subdivided into water distillation, steam distillation and so on.

Of course, these are the extraction methods of natural plant essential oils, and the essence produced by chemical methods cannot be carried out in the semi-medieval era of Douluo.

After Si Qingfeng briefly talked about the production of the perfume, Tang Yuehua's expression was very surprised.

She flipped through the manuscript in her hand, which clearly stated which plants could be distilled and which ones could be pressed, and even the production methods of the utensils were clearly written.

"Water can also become fragrant? It's amazing...

Tang Yuehua asked some questions about some doubts in the manuscript, and Si Qingfeng answered them one by one.

At the end, Bibi Dong said:
"Some things have happened to Wuhun Palace, so the promotion and publicity work in the early stage is up to you. As for your grandfather, I will notify your father to go to the entrance of the Killing City in advance. After we return to Wuhun City, we will rush there immediately .”

Tang Yuehua nodded, with a hint of worry on her face, "I'll leave my grandfather to you."

Several people were talking, when Liu Erlong and others just came back from shopping.

Bibi Dong told the others what she wanted immediately, and immediately told Liu Erlong:

"Zhao Wou-ki and Flender may be back in the near future, you should first look for the address of the school, but sometimes there is a financial problem, go to Wuhun Temple to find You Miaomiao, she will solve it for you.

"Hu Na, you stay here too. For those waiters who have been redeemed by the Spirit Hall, you organize them and promote those new products with Yuehua."

Both nodded.

This time it was just a short farewell, and everyone didn't feel too much reluctance.

At night, under Si Qingfeng's handiwork, everyone's belly swelled after eating.

If there are books, it will be long.

No book is short.

In the early morning of the next day, Si Qingfeng and Bibi Dong set out on their way back.

Because they had something important to do, the two quickened their pace and arrived at Wuhun City around noon.

As soon as Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace, he ran into Golden Crocodile Douluo who was squatting.

He stood in front of Bibi Dong with a haggard face, crying:
"Your Majesty, the Five-Year Plan for Wuhundian has been changed seven or eight times, please let us know if you have any requirements, that fellow Moonlight keeps playing riddles, just saying it's inappropriate, and doesn't tell us what's wrong.

"Those old men in the research institute are going crazy. They don't think about food and tea every day. They are discussing this plan from morning till night. Don't make things difficult for us..."

"Forehead……"

Looking at the snot-nosed and tearful Golden Crocodile, Bibi Dong suddenly remembered something.

The Silver Dragon King is temporarily serving as Pope for himself, but she has never heard of the plan.

It must be a good thing that Yueguan did!
"Let's delay the plan for a while. You go to the research institute and call Gui Meiyueguan and Jiang Mo Douluo over, and let them prepare their luggage and follow me to the Slaughter City."

After thinking for a while, Bibi Dong ordered: "By the way, find some grassroots personnel, we may have to take over the killing capital."

"The Capital of Slaughter!" The golden crocodile shouted in surprise.

The Killing Capital is a notorious place on the mainland.

Countless evil spirit masters and vicious criminals are hiding here. It is not that the Wuhun Temple has never gone to clear them up, but the strange suppressing effect of Wuhun has repeatedly stopped their crusading army outside the city.

What happened, and why did Your Majesty suddenly go to attack the Slaughter Capital?
Even though there were many doubts in my heart, I still nodded in response.

Bibi Dong pushed away the Pope's Palace, while the Silver Dragon King on the throne was still flipping through the book quietly, seeing her come in, he just raised his head to glance at her, and then immersed himself in the book again.

"You go to the capital of killing with me, there is something over there that can only be suppressed by you."

The Silver Dragon King closed the book, tilted his head, and looked at Bibi Dong with bright eyes.

"What is it that he can't beat?"

"It is suspected that the martial spirit returned to the ancestors, eroding the soul master's body, and being affected by the cruel thoughts of the God of Slaughter, the problem is more serious."

Bibi Dong said sternly, and added after finishing speaking: "We have found the origin of Qi Wuhun, and we have figured out part of the truth about Wuhun. After I come back, I will ask Qingfeng to tell you about it."

"it is good."

The Silver Dragon King shook the book in front of his chest, and the book disappeared.

She clapped her hands, "It's not too late, let's go."

Bibi Dong nodded, and went out with the Silver Dragon King.

In front of the institute.

The crowd gathered together.

Bibi Dong stared at Yueguan, and then ordered:
"The King of Slaughter in the Slaughter City is the former suzerain of the Clear Sky School and one of the three peerless Douluo—Tang Chen.

"I reached an agreement with the Clear Sky School, we will enter the killing capital together with them, they will take people, we will take the land.

"The City of Slaughter will be the territory of the Spirit Hall from now on.

"I need you to clean up the killing capital as soon as possible, and at the same time send people to transform it.

"In addition, I also found an astonishing amount of ten-thousand-year ice essence in the clan of the Clear Sky School. They are located deep in the mountain where the Clear Sky School is located. That is why we need to help the Clear Sky School to save people, but they still I don't know that there is ice marrow in the clan, you need to keep this a secret.

"Secondly, Qingfeng and I discovered a casting room excavated in ancient times in the highest peak of the Clear Sky School, and also figured out the origin of the first weapon martial soul and the nature of the martial soul's mutation.

"But these need to be explained to you by Si Qingfeng after returning from this trip."

One after another heavy news was thrown out.

Everyone is a little confused, the amount of information is too much.

The King of Slaughter is the disappearing Tang Chen, the Wannian Ice Essence and the first Wuhun in the Clear Sky School, etc.

But everyone also knew that this was not the time to delve into it, so they responded one after another.

Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, waved her hand, and said, "Let's go! This battle is the whetstone of the Wuhun Temple, and it will help us gain experience in dealing with Xingluo and Tiandou in the future."

"Yes!"

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