Chapter 69

As Su Mei's disciple, Chong Yu was already satisfied and was not in a hurry to eat the next spiritual food, so he closed his eyes and lay down for a while, then got up and took the computer.

My friend glanced at the unopened fourth volume placed beside him. Based on his long-term understanding, he already knew that Teacher Sui Sui Nian intended to keep this volume as a reward after completing the work.

But she had no such plan. After reading the extra chapter, she went straight to the fourth volume of her comic and admired the new cover as if it were a diamond.

As readers expected, this cover is Bernardus, which corresponds to the third volume.

The Dragon King sat alone on the top of the white building and looked into the distance. Behind him was the boundless blue sky, which was rich and bright, and contrasted sharply with his golden hair blown by the wind.

Next to him stood an ancient statue with some signs of weathering and erosion. The stone face had not been carefully sculpted, and the only thing that could be seen was a well-proportioned human figure with long curly hair. The statue stood with its hands behind its back, looking down with a compassionate attitude.

With the iconic cross and other simple patterns, readers who follow the comics will recognize that this is the image of the "Father of Starlight" commonly seen in the Temple and Beast Town, and the creation is basically the same.

The dragon's beautiful long tail hangs down loosely, and its wings rarely appear when it is in human form. One side stretches out over the back of the Star God's sculpture, and the other side is retracted. At first glance, the pair of golden dragon wings look like the limbs of the Star God.

When did this happen...Belu actually came into contact with a statue made by the beastmen that didn't look like a star god. Did he feel lonely?

Most readers passing by may feel a slight pain at the corner of their mouth.

But she knew that this was nothing compared to the main volume, because this volume would definitely include the story of Lazarus's death! This was destined to happen to me!

——As she expected, the main story contained in the fourth volume went through the prophecy ceremony to the appearance of the Dragon King and the complete end of this friendship. The last page happened to be the ending of Chapter 12 when Bernaludos said "She will win" in the stands of the arena. The suspense and atmosphere were full.

As for the extra chapter... the character chef Lazarus, holding the dirty bleeding heart, was pleasantly surprised to find that the lich teacher also appeared in this extra chapter.

"From a practical point of view, learning how to make potions is actually very simple. It's just more systematic than the mercenaries' wild way of learning. You can make a fire and cook, so it's easier to learn."

The table was filled with materials of various shapes. Xiaoman stood in front of the table with empty hands, listening to the teacher opposite him speaking in plain words.

There really weren't too many mysterious instruments on the large table in the laboratory. There was only a spread-out recipe book, a few simple utensils and an ordinary small pot. Next to the table was an uncovered bucket of water, as if Xiaoman was really going to cook the extremely mysterious potion in the eyes of outsiders as a dish.

"You can already sense the elements, so you can naturally see the underlying principles of the conflicts between the effects of these common materials. It is actually very difficult to create problems without violating known rules. It is not dangerous if the efficacy of the medicine decreases or tends to have similar effects. It is sufficient to deal with it urgently."

The hand with only bones left and the pale hand without rings each took out several materials and stopped in front of Xiaoman.

"Now, can you help the teacher make a medicine that can relieve sunburn?"

The lich smiled gently and looked at his only and special disciple with his eyes of different colors.

Facing the first question, Xiaoman carefully felt it for a long time.

From her inner monologue, it can be seen that she carefully recalled the simple recipe that included these ingredients that she had seen and memorized, and then slowly reached out and took three of the ingredients from the teacher one by one, and put them into a small amount of warm water that was surging with small bubbles.

She waited patiently for them to melt and decompose, and only stirred it twice at the very end, so that the dark green liquid that looked like grass juice smoothly turned into a light yellow color, with a texture that could be described as clear and stable.

"You did a great job," Lazarus praised.

He took out half of the liquid medicine and injected it into a transparent crystal tube and sealed it. He turned around and placed it in front of Xiaoman in a conspicuous position on the shelf full of collections, and specially noted:

"The work of a patient, meticulous, and respectful beginner to potions, from my proudest student."

Xiaoman, who witnessed all this, felt as if she was scalded by the edge of a hot pot. She raised her hand and pinched the tip of her ear quietly.

On the next page was another tube of similar-colored medicine, but it was more golden than orange, like a warm meadow before sunset.

Xiaoman packed it up, handed it to Lielie, and said, "Use half a spoonful a day, mix it in a cup of water, and apply it on your hair."

"Thank you, big sister!"

The boxer didn't care much about the inconspicuous gap in his lush and messy hair, but he was very happy about other people's concern. He ran to the side with the test tube in his hand like a treasure and tried it on the spot, obviously giving his full trust to the person who gave him the medicine.

"Thank you for the recipe too." Xiao Man said to Bernardus.

The Dragon King merely nodded his head in disdain in response to the cub's thanks. He had probably already determined from observing the production process that there would be no problems with the medicine, and he was too lazy to even pay attention to the results of Lielie's trial, and quickly turned around and left.

Xiaoman rolled up the recipe she had carefully followed and put it away, then went to check on Lielie's hair.

"I can feel it, it has grown a lot!" said the dark brown curly head. The short stubble that was cut diagonally just this morning, almost brushing the scalp, has grown about a finger joint in the past ten or so breaths, and the color and hair quality look very healthy, the results can be said to be gratifying.

Although Lielie said so, Xiaoman still carefully pulled up her hair and checked it again. He confirmed with his own eyes that there were really no adverse reactions, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although everything related to spellcasters is noble and expensive, even doctors in this world whose qualifications and morals vary greatly are not cheap, so most beastmen still rely on various methods that have been roughly explored and passed on from neighbors and relatives to deal with injuries and illnesses.

So even a kid of Lielie's age has become accustomed to the drugs with messy side effects, and doesn't take it seriously even if there are some minor problems. But Xiaoman still wants to do it properly. This is probably a kind of nervousness that is difficult to overcome as long as you are in the apprentice stage.

As soon as Xiaoman let go, Lielie, who had been so quiet and obedient just a moment ago, immediately ran to the window to get some fresh air, and said thoughtfully, "Actually, grandma also has a few scars on her head. Will it be useful if I save some and bring it back?"

"The teacher's formula should be effective, but my technique is not good enough, and it may not work after a long time."

Xiaoman then packed up the remaining medicine, sealed it tightly, and then handed it to Lielie, as an extra portion for the little lion to take back for his "mother-in-law".

"There must be nothing wrong with what Big Sister did, because the effects are so much better than those super expensive medicines out there!" Lielie nodded seriously and gestured, and he actually believed in her skills more than Xiaoman himself.

Even for this trust, I will do my best.

Xiaoman looked at Lielie's bright smiling face and said in his heart.

The extra chapter ends.

"Don't set any more flags..." The reader, who was moved by two consecutive truly healing extra stories, collapsed and murmured softly.

The small clock on the coffee table rang a few times, reminding Chongyu that he had already worked for a class hour and it was time to get up and move around.

It also reminded Chongyu's friend that she was surprised that she had spent so much time immersed in a small comic book.

The two of them immediately got up, stretched their bodies, poured water, packed up the express boxes, and exercised.

A few minutes later, the two returned to the sofa. Chongyu hesitated for a moment, but finally gave in. He switched pages and opened a video website to relax for a while. His friend looked at the physical comic book on the seat and said angrily, "Niannian, please punch me and knock me out until night. I really want to see the update..."

"I want to see it too." Chong Yu said weakly.

"What are we having for dinner? I want to make oden hot pot."

"Great. I second that. I just found some frozen broth a few days ago. I want to eat hot pot in the summer."

"... Actually, I used the soup stock to make ramen for you yesterday. Do you have any kelp left?"

"Yes, there are some. There are also radishes. I also want to eat tofu skin rice cake lucky bag - fried tofu - konjac - bamboo rolls - and red bean paste steamed buns -"

"I said the last one is not a hot pot ingredient at all, Teacher Sui Sui Nian." A friend who had just watched the modern extra did not ignore the key words and immediately complained.

"Woo woo." Chongyu pretended to be aggrieved but was very happy.

Thinking about having something delicious in the evening, Chongyu switched back to the editing interface and continued working, while his friend took out his mobile phone to order ingredients, and then quietly searched for the recipe of red bean paste steamed buns.

——For readers, although this comic is very harsh, it is still a good story that brings hope and motivation to daily life. Unfortunately, Yuan Qian did not have such a pleasant reading experience.

Unlike the previous few who had to maintain their image, he was now wearing a shell that was quite similar to his own. As long as he avoided outsiders, he could lie on the recliner without any image and pretend to grab the ground with his head. He could stay motionless for a long time and completely escape from reality.

Yuan Qian had previously thought that he could face the fact that his scenes appeared on screen and were watched by everyone calmly, and he thought that since it wasn't his own face he wouldn't feel ashamed, but now he found that this didn't seem to be the case.

How come the author could pick up such a trivial fragment of potion making after so long, add the sequel of Lielie's hair, and stitch the two together into a complete short story and put it in the extra chapter? Are you being unethical, author?

There are also so many characters who are essentially the same person appearing in a hypothetical story with a bustling modern background. Now that Yuan Qian has gotten rid of the immersive stage at the time, the whole viewing experience is really too... embarrassing indescribably.

The characters in the two new extras are several times more substantial than the roles that flashed by in the previous second volume of the extras, and they are all so good-looking that their every frown and smile can attract thousands of eyes. This makes Yuan Qian suddenly realize in a very profound and intensive way that these personalities were slowly shaped by his fabricated and sudden imagination.

And with this as an opportunity, all those embarrassing moments that were forced to pass came flooding back, so vividly that it made people completely shut themselves off.

If he could turn back time with the remaining emotional value, he would rather choose to be a role even more marginal than the one he was awake in. He can help quietly, but he doesn't want to be in the spotlight.

The adjutant, who quietly appeared beside him in the form of Nirvana, hesitated for a moment at the pile of pink and purple blankets that had an odd aura, and chose to pick up the cigarette stick as a tool to poke him: "Hey, are you still alive?"

"…It's really hard to survive. Why me?" Yuan Qian raised his head and said with a gloomy expression.

The adjutant didn't understand what had happened to him that caused him to suddenly become like this, but out of professionalism he didn't say anything like "Brother, why do you say that?" Instead, he paused hesitantly and took a step back, and said in a seemingly sincere tone, "I was wrong."

Yuan Qian, whose emotions were not directed at his teammates, was confused: What was your fault? Did you dismantle D-009 to save me from being ripped off, or did you just randomly discount the price? Or was it your brilliant operation of grabbing the number, helping with face shaping, or spontaneously sneaking into the reader group to get extra resources? And why are you so skilled at admitting mistakes when you are in doubt? How many things have you experienced to have such a reaction?

However, even before these subconscious complaints came the opinion about the face of "Nirvana", because the traces of pixels deliberately designed to be too obvious and too real, Yuan Qian couldn't bear to look at it for the time being.

So Chen Xing just waved his hand at him in disgust: "If you don't intend to kill me, don't show up in front of me."

The warm grey eyes that did not hold any humanity narrowed, as if they had caught something interesting in an instant.

Then the black-clad monster unnoticeably put away the purple cigarette, and before leaving, he bowed with a deliberately false attitude of respect and said:

"Yes, sir."

Yuan Qian did not notice his teammate's action this time. He just quietly opened the extra scan file without giving up. But he immediately closed it in panic when he was caught by the large picture of Su Mei's beautiful face with impeccable white hair and golden eyes bathed in the sun.

He hastily searched the emotional value mall but didn't see any useful props, so he had to raise his hand and let another cigarette stick with a similar shape but snow-white color fall into the palm of the Star God Fragment.

The evil thoughts extracted from this world gathered and condensed like a cloud, causing pure golden smoke to slowly rise as it burned.

The density of the smoke continued to increase rapidly without stopping, and soon the entire room was filled with smoke, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

Bitter numbness is also a kind of numbness! Yuan Qian took several big puffs without caring about the life and death of others before stopping.

The side effects were borne by the character, but he had to taste the taste himself. These were more powerful than any special medicine or Chinese medicine recipe that he was used to. As expected, the evil thoughts of Yuan Qian were cured, and soon helped him get out of the strange state of shame that suddenly erupted, so that he could calmly browse the forum and wait for the update push later.

There are always times when...wait, what did I just say?

The actor, who had been as quiet, decrepit and gray as a corpse, was suddenly shocked and sat up, covering his face. He seemed to be calm, but in fact his face was pale and he was desperately praying to the author not to draw this part into the comics.

My emotional value is already enough to at least guarantee my survival, so there is really no need to add too much drama to the characters, please...!