The Nine Godheads

For the two people, who can have a shop in Leiyin City, that is the big man, they know the price of gold sore medicine, which is definitely a big deal, but this medicine is not a cat or a dog. Refining, Hong Xiaobao is too young...

Ma Jia looked at the **** wound of his younger brother and finally gritted his teeth: "Cheng! Then thank you brother!"

"Then you are waiting here." Hong Xiaobao nodded and went upstairs.

"Old man, old man, fast, how do you get this?" Hong Xiaobao immediately shouted in his heart.

"Where is this so broken gold sore medicine?" Yin Jiuyou is dissatisfied: "Liangcao, oxtail, morning dew, Sanqi, boiled for half an hour at a ratio of seven to three to one eleven, and all boiled. When you add the chopped magnolia to the fire, you can cook it for a moment." It disappeared afterwards.

"..." Hong Xiaobao stunned. Isn't it a bit of fire and a few medicinal herbs? How do you say it like porridge? Just shouting the old man and neglecting himself, I had to fiddle with it.

Hong Xiaobao did not dare to care about it. He strictly prepared the medicines according to the proportions mentioned by the old man.

Just the more you cook Hong Xiaobao's face, the more weird it is.

The medicine in Dan furnace has turned into a dark green paste...

"Sure enough, is it a failure?" Hong Xiaobao was full of black lines, but it was not his style. It was cooked for half an hour. This was added to the mashed magnolia, and it was cooked for a quarter of an hour. A small bowl of something that is already like asphalt...

"Hey, the first time alchemy in life has failed..." Hong Xiaobao sighed, and found a Lingjing, was about to give the two brothers waiting downstairs, suddenly remembered that these two people are so poor, will they steal? What happened to yourself? He lived in the palace from an early age, but this kind of thing was unexpected.

"Failed fart!" The old man’s snoring rang: "This thing is a time, but it is at least ten times better than the so-called gold sore medicine in this city!"

"It's amazing!" Hong Xiaobao suddenly had a bottom, and this used a delicate porcelain bowl to scrape the asphalt-like medicine a little bit and came downstairs.

Both brothers were extremely moved. The shop owner did not have an hour, so they were not afraid of stealing things and running.

Hong Xiaobao did not expect this embarrassment, but for the two brothers, this is a great trust, and naturally moved.

Hong Xiaobao saw that the two were still sitting downstairs, and they sighed in relief, saying: "Ma Chen, take off your clothes."

Take off the clothes, and remove the scented shirts from the layers, revealing the **** and fuzzy, already festering wounds. It can be seen that this is a kind of monster claw scratching, the middle is three deep Visible bone wounds, next to the festering meat.

Hong Xiaobao immediately had some dizziness - he was dizzy. Keep your eyes away: "Ma Jia, you can get rid of the rotten meat."

Ma Chen looked stiff, but when he had suffered, he calmed down and nodded to his brother.

Ma Jia squeezed his fist tightly and took a dagger from his waist the next moment.

The nerves of the rotten meat have been necrotic, naturally it does not feel pain, but it is inevitable to encounter the good meat in it, then it is a heartbreaking pain.

The process of picking up the meat was not seen by Hong Xiaobao, but he still felt the pain from the pain that Ma Chen tried to suppress.

At half an hour, Ma Jia said this: "Brother, okay?"

Ma Chen's face was pale, blood flowed back, and the whole person was still slightly squatting. And Ma Jia's face is not so good, the head is sweating, the lips are also shaking slightly, the upper teeth have already smashed the blood, obviously the pressure on his brother to perform surgery is also great.

"Well," Hong Xiaobao looked white and handed the porcelain bowl and a long jade piece to him: "Apply it." He turned his head again.

Ma Jia’s expression on Hong Xiaobao was slightly strange, and he didn’t care too much. He tried not to care about the golden sore medicine, which was extremely strange in color, and applied the medicine to his brother one by one.

"Ah--" Ma Chen couldn't help but cry.

"What's wrong!" Ma Jia was shocked and quickly looked at Ma Chen.

"No...no...things!" Ma Chen could feel that the wound was burning with fire. This pain is even worse when the meat is cut!

Ma Jia looked at the distorted expression of Ma Chen. Where did he believe that he was fine? The complex complex looks at Hong Xiaobao, and the voice is slightly trembling: "Sister...this?"

"The medicinal power is fierce, it is like this." Hong Xiaobao has no bottom in his heart, but the trust of the old man still makes him daring his head: "Go ahead."

Ma Jia nodded, took a deep breath, and applied the medicine to the back of the horse with a long jade piece. Ma Chen grabbed his **** clothes and stuffed it into his mouth.

And Ma Jia's complexion gradually changed in the process of taking medicine! This medicine...

The meat-cutting process cut a lot of wounds, and now the blood where the medicine is applied has stopped!

After a while, Ma Jia’s heart is more happy! The place where the medicine was first applied has already been covered with a thin layer of cockroaches! At this moment, Ma Jia cheered up: "Effective!! Xiao Chen, this medicine is effective!!" At the same time, his heart was shocked. Although he could not afford the expensive gold sore medicine, he was probably clear about the efficacy of the gold sore medicine. Even the most expensive one is not as good as it is!

"Yes...is it..." Ma Chen’s lips have already turned white. Today, this pass is like being tortured. If he is used to hurt, he can’t afford it.

Putting all the medicine on, Ma Chen finally fainted, Ma Jia did not panic, and now he has a bottom in his heart, full of gratitude: "Sister, I... I really don't know what to say!" When even if he wanted to kneel down, Hong Xiaobao immediately stunned him. "You give me the oxtail, I will treat you, this is just a deal."

Ma Jia was shocked. He really didn't think that Hong Xiaobao's strength was so great. He couldn't keep up with him.

"Hong Boss...Thank you!" At this time, Ma Chen also woke up, and he shed too much blood. His face was pale, but his face was full of smiles: "Hong Boss, this medicine is too god! I am now on my back. It doesn't hurt, it's warm and itchy, as if the wounds are going all the way."

Itchy, that is, the wound is crusted! Ma Jia is also a smile, but the wound is in a long place but he does not believe it, only this is the praise of Ma Chen.

"Like this," Hong Xiaobao said happily: "When you come back, you will bring some oxtail grass and licorice back. You will pack your golden sore medicine, how?"