207 Dalong Prefecture Fifteen
What surprised her even more was that Wanqing's success rate with the pills was extremely high. Every now and then, nine or ten Flood Dragon Pills would quickly fly into He Chen's hands.
Han Linling was peeling skin and removing bones with lightning speed. The women then gathered up the materials.
As the moon hung in the sky, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and in the courtyard, crystal-clear dewdrops formed on the leaves and petals of the osmanthus trees.
The moonlight shone down, like tassels. The women looked like celestial beings.
Inside the cauldron, the fire burned gently. The aroma of medicine filled the air, so strong that, without anyone noticing, Yan'er had already appeared behind Jingzhai.
At this moment, his body had shrunk to an extreme size, only a head taller than Jingzhai. His greedy eyes were fixed on the Flood Dragon Pill inside the cauldron.
A batch of pills flew up, quickly heading towards He Chen, who caught them with his hand. He then took out one pill and flicked it lightly with his finger. It flew unhurriedly to Yan'er's eyes.
He saw a movement he couldn't quite make out. A wing, two feathers, and it easily caught it. Then, feigning satisfaction, it nodded at He Chen.
Looking at the intelligent Flame, I nodded and immediately felt that he was truly extraordinary.
At this moment, Wanqing slowed her movements. She selected a piece of dragon meat, and then gently chose medicinal herbs that were about a hundred years old.
The movements were slow, adding ingredients one at a time, very carefully.
After an incense stick's time, the cauldron began to vibrate gently, eventually shaking violently.
On Wanqing's pretty face, beads of sweat dripped down like pearls. Her face was flushed, and her eyes gleamed brightly. I forgot everything around me.
Immersed in the alchemy furnace, the shaking grew stronger and stronger. With a light step, he gently came behind Wanqing, supporting her back with one hand. Instantly, a vast ocean of true energy, warm and gentle, flowed into her body.
Beneath the cauldron, the energy of thunder and fire surged, unleashing a terrifying power that burned fiercely. Gradually, the cauldron quieted down.
In a short while, it suddenly became violent again, shaking even more violently, as if it had broken free of the cauldron and was flying away.
The fire in the stove gradually died down, and Wanqing's weary voice came over. "Sir, hurry and catch it."
The moment the cauldron opened, a fist-sized pellet, engulfed in flames, shot out. Its speed was so fast that it took no time to blink; it was all over in an instant.
A lightning-fire net appeared in the air, instantly enveloping the pill, which couldn't escape. Gradually, it quieted down.
Wanqing was exhausted and had no strength left in her body. She gently hugged him tightly and instantly found herself in his warm embrace. Feeling his hot breath, she was instantly paralyzed with fear.
Only a barely audible voice said, "My lord, this is a Bloodline Pill, as promised to Weiming."
He held the beauty in his arms tightly, handed the Bloodline Pill to Rou Rou, and Rou Rou took out a jade bottle and put it away.
When Fei Qin Yan saw the fist-sized Bloodline Pill, a hint of longing appeared in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.
Looking at Wanqing and Rourou's cultivation levels, he felt disdain. If they were in the wild, he would just swallow them whole if they disobeyed. But it was not appropriate to do so here.
Han Linling separated the enormous dragon's flesh from its skin. She stretched, looking somewhat tired. She was exhausted!
Looking at the somewhat tired Han Linling, Piaomiao Yue said softly, "Master, Miss Han, why don't you go and rest first, and handle this tomorrow?"
Han Linling nodded, and Jingzhai, seeing that it was getting late at night, also nodded in agreement.
Piaomiaoyue led the two to the guest rooms at the back to rest.
The moonlight was low, and everyone, exhausted from a night's work, washed up and lit the wedding candles.
An unusual sound rang out under the candlelight, causing the candlelight to flicker.
Some people went up and down, their hair fluttering, sweat dripping like rain.
It also has six long tails that occasionally flash by.
After the half-moon clouds dispersed, a bright moon shone in. Like a holy radiance, it was beautiful and charming, with a fairy-like, pure and otherworldly face, where the girl slept sweetly and deeply.
Two hours later, I felt refreshed. The bright moon shone on the osmanthus tree in the courtyard. At this moment, the moonlight was about to set, and the shadows were very long. The surrounding air was unusually quiet.
In Dalong Prefecture, Commandant Guan was resolute, swift, and decisive, with each team leading a dozen or so assistants dressed in black, quickly searching for any remaining fugitives.
In a dilapidated courtyard, an elderly man, looking frail and with dark skin and calloused fingers, was starting a fire to cook.
His movements were practiced, his eyes were calm and unwavering. His entire body was covered in tattered patches, and the pot contained only a few grains of rice, with no oil or vegetables in sight.
The sound of rapid footsteps, the clanging of metal armor, and several people with bows and arrows nocked quickly surrounded the courtyard.
A squad leader burst through the door, his voice booming, "Uncle Gao, are you coming out on your own, or are we going to ask you to come out?"
The old man did not react at all, as if he were deaf and had no idea what was happening.
The squad leader, knife in hand and eyes wide open, shouted, "Uncle Gao, stop pretending! If you surrender, you might live; otherwise, you'll be dead."
The old man still did not react at all.
Seeing this, the squad leader no longer hesitated. He gave his companion a look, and the companion understood immediately. With a few whooshing sounds, a flash of cold light appeared on the bow and arrow, and the arrow shot towards the old man.
If it were an ordinary elderly person, they would have been riddled with holes by now.
'Why are you pursuing me so relentlessly? Aren't you afraid of a counterattack from the Gao family? You're courting death!'
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, the old man changed his demeanor, shooting ash from his cigarette at the people blocking his way, before leaping into the air to leave.
A cold glint shot out, followed by the bronze hammer, carrying terrifying power, with a whooshing sound exploding in the air.
The copper hammer was about to strike the head, but the old man, holding a large knife, suddenly blocked it, cursing, "Guan Heigui, you madman, do you really want to kill them all?"
"Take advantage of my master's absence to launch a sneak attack. Once my master returns, you will all die!"
The clanging sound continued, and sparks flew everywhere!
Captain Guan swept his bronze hammer horizontally, the friction against the air producing a sharp whistling sound, as if the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger were causing the air to vibrate.
"Your patriarch is not coming back. You have committed evil for many years, and today you will all die. Not a single member of the Gao family will be spared." The rough and domineering voice was filled with a firm and resolute killing intent.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Gao was filled with rage and roared, "Guan Heizi, are you looking for death?"
The blade blazed with light, like a red-hot iron clamp, moving with incredible speed, slashing straight at Captain Guan's waist.
Captain Guan wielded his copper hammer as if it were an extension of his arm, sweeping it swiftly and striking the blade squarely with a loud, resounding boom.
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