After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Fang Zhe seemed to really not care about his past.

Wang Jia knew the reason why he massacred his clan, but he was vague and unwilling to mention it.

The white sword was once again stained with the blackness of the night sky. It was placed on the man's shoulder, clearly reflecting the man's angular mandible.

Wang Jiali quickly took back the white soldiers.

To her, she was Jiang Su's little senior sister first, then Dong Yiyi, and finally...she was Wang Jia.

Lao Shentou was sitting on the lid of the alchemy furnace. At this moment, under the control of Fang Zhe's spiritual power, the lid was floating in the air, and he was also in the air.

"It's been thousands of years, old man, this is the first time I've seen a monk refining a weapon. It's also the first time I've seen a monk refining a weapon using an alchemy furnace."

Fang Zhe glanced at it, then black fire erupted from his palm and he threw it towards the fire door.

When it comes to Shen Shi, he doesn't need to figure it out.

"boom--"

When the fist-sized flame came into contact with the fire door of the alchemy furnace, it exploded instantly. The enlarged black flame formed a fireball and enveloped the entire alchemy furnace.

The black flame is like the door of the black abyss, standing under the dim sunset.

The breeze blew, and the heat wave suddenly expanded, and the high temperature scorched the big tree that reached the sky behind the stone table.The leaves are withered and yellow, falling one after another.

"..."

Lao ShenTou silently controlled the lid of the alchemy furnace and flew away from the alchemy furnace.

Dong Yiyi froze in place, twitching the corners of his mouth, turning to look at the instigator, and asked in a stiff voice: "Can you really use an alchemy furnace to refine weapons?"

Fang Zhe: "..."

The red-clothed monk remained silent and calmly turned his head to meet Dong Yiyi's eyes.

"I...used it and forgot about it."

I have used the alchemy furnace to refine tools...but I forgot how to operate it.

Nowadays, all kinds of magic weapons are in his hands, and he can flexibly control them with the muscle memory under his fingers.

However, the method of refining weapons belongs to inheritance, and he has not recovered much of his memory in refining weapons.

Muscle: I can!
Fang Zhe: I think I can!

Shihai: What?
"His-"

The door of the house was pushed open, and the girl in green stood quietly at the door, holding the wooden door.

"..."

Dong Yiyi and Fang Zhe heard the sound and looked at Jiang Su at the door.

"You... blew up my stove?"

Dong Yiyi remained silent.

Fang Zhe tilted his head.

"..." Okay, she got it.

Originally, Jiang Su was exhausted and fell to the ground after trying the poison and writing the prescription. After a few hours, he fell into a short sleep again.

I'm dreaming.

"The roast duck is delicious...Shiweitian's and Quanjude's are more fragrant than the other one...Strongly Amway Shiweitian will make a hot pot and make a winter chef's special dish!!!"

Drool was on the floor.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from outside the door, and Jiang Su sat up in shock from his dying dream!
"My alchemy furnace exploded again?!"

There are three nightmares for medical practitioners. The price of spiritual materials has increased and they cannot prescribe prescriptions. Patients say that seeking medical treatment is not as good as seeking for themselves. The furnace of elixir making is exploding.

She quickly reached for the blind stick next to her, used it to stand up, and hurriedly went to find her exploded pill furnace.

Touching the closed door, she suddenly realized: "That's not right. I just researched the poison recipe. I reasoned that I haven't tested the dosage after antidotes... I haven't started the furnace at all???"

Wait...Did Fang Zhe just want to use my alchemy furnace? ? ! !
Jiang Su was shocked, and there was a sharp explosion in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, "Can he ah ah ah ah ah? Can my alchemy furnace be able to refine weapons ah ah ah ah ah??!"

Now, the quiet atmosphere in the courtyard has told her the answer to her question.

"..."

She walked out of the room with her blind stick.

Dong Yiyi rushed to her side, and before Jiang Su even stepped out of the room, the monk in white had already put his arm on her arm.

"Susu be careful."

The voice was as gentle as water, and the microwaves slowly rippled around.Square fold?

"Little sister."

The girl smiled calmly and well-behaved. She held the little senior sister's arm tightly with her hand and rubbed it slightly with her thumb through the fabric.

The next moment, Jiang Su turned around and rushed towards the location of the alchemy furnace in his memory, speeding up his pace.

Fang Zhe stared at the young medical cultivator who was walking with a mighty pace, and silently took a step back.

Jiang Su raised the corner of his mouth with an extremely insincere expression, pulled at his flesh, and greeted in a warm voice: "Where's the alchemy, Master Fang?"

The red monk looked down at her, chin slightly, his nose resonated, and his voice was low:
"Ah."

The girl in green chuckled lightly.

"Ha, that's pretty good..."

She shook her head slowly and said in a strange tone: "Fang Zhe! Are you thinking now? You have remembered everything from the past, right? Using an alchemy furnace to refine weapons is really powerful."

"Ever since I was four months old and took shape in my mother's womb, I've never heard of him using a blast furnace to make elixirs in the river!"

"What's the matter, are you more daddy than me? You go both ways to refine elixirs and weapons, and a sword cultivator can surpass the inheritance of a weapon cultivator. Now you want elixirs, medicine, and poisons to go hand in hand?!!"

"call--"

The girl let out a long breath, and now she wanted to open her eyes and roll her eyes.

"Forget it, it's my fault. There is a weapon-refining master by my side, but I didn't prepare a weapon-refining blast furnace?! My, my, don't care about the patient."

She silently repeated in her heart: "Medical ethics, medical ethics."

He has already sent someone away. It's too tiring to draw the sword, so let's leave it at that.

Thinking of this, Jiang Su directly reached into the storage bag, dug it out, rummaged through it, and pulled out a cauldron of magic weapon from a corner of the storage bag based on the feeling of his hand.

This object was previously found in the town controlled by Xu Shuye.

Crystal Old Bastard was also found there.

Jiang Su placed the cauldron on the ground, grabbed Fang Zhe's hand, and scratched his nails on the man's thick fingertips.

"..."

Nothing happened.

Dong Yiyi narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes fixed on the intertwined hands of Jiang Suhe and Fang Zhe.

The five-shaped fire was forcibly suppressed in her chest.

She was still suffering from the water-cold poison in her body, and her usual calm mood and compassionate look were just the eve of her forced mental outburst.

Little things add up, and finally at a certain moment when no one is visiting, I huddle in my room and set up a three-layer barrier, ushering in the silent loneliness in the iceberg.

Lose yourself in the cold loneliness, and regain your consciousness in the scorching heat.

This was the pain she deserved, and she had always been content with it.

She wanted to see Jiang Su...in a dream.What she had seen was a dream that even the currents of the Yixian River couldn't bear to break.

"Susu, I'm coming."

Dong Yiyi unsheathed his sword and swung his long sword, slashing Fang Zhe's arm.

"This rumor..."

Jiang Su quickly released his hand that was holding Fang Zhe's fingers and stopped Dong Yiyi.

"There's no need for me, little senior sister! There's no need to chop off the arm! I'll let him recognize his master, just a drop of blood will do!"

Dong Yiyi pretended not to know, "Huh? It's the fault of the little senior sister." He seemed to feel guilty.

After all, the sword blade did not touch the red monk's arm.

Dong Yiyi's eyes widened, a little regretful.

Fang Zhe: "..."

? ? ?Don't quite understand.

The next moment, he silently blocked the spiritual energy flowing in his fingers, grabbed Jiang Su's fingers, and pressed his nails on the pad of his index finger.

The smell of blood filled the air around the three people.
Dong Yiyi: "..."

You don't have nails, do you?