Putting Hathaway's clothes into the Qiankun bag, Dong Wusheng grabbed the mask on the table, put it in his arms, and walked out.

Madara trotted into the corridor, his slightly curly brown hair was covered with water droplets, and when he saw Dong Wusheng, his eyes widened in surprise, "Sister, are the injuries on your face healed?"

Dong Wusheng smiled, "Hmm." ”

Madara didn't continue to ask, he pointed to the rain outside the corridor, and looked back at Dong Wusheng with a little excitement, "Sister! It's raining all of a sudden! It turns out that it will rain in the desert!"

Dong Wusheng looked at the rain outside the corridor, a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, but the red world in his eyes was very empty, as if even time could not flow in it.

Outside the courtyard wall of the mansion, there were cheers in foreign Chinese dialects, and Dong Wusheng could hear that they were shouting that the goddess was on top.

After three years of heavy rain, the people of Shazhou Country were willing to bend down, reverently shout this Fiona is above, and hold their hands and kiss the rain that fell from the sky.

Bai Zhuo also ran back in embarrassment, and smiled at Dong Wusheng with some apologies, "This rain is a bit heavy, too sudden, unprepared, I'm afraid I'll have to wait a while before we can set off." ”

Seeing Bai Zhuo, Madara pursed his lips, grabbed Dong Wusheng's hand, and twisted his face to the side.

Dong Wusheng smiled and nodded to Bai Zhuo, took the towel handed over by the servant next to him, and kneaded it on the top of Madara's head, "Don't be so rude, Madara." ”

After taking off the towel, looking at her messy brown hair, the smile on the corner of Dong Wusheng's mouth deepened a little.

“...... Hum. ”

Madara snorted reluctantly and shook Dong Wusheng's arm, "Sister, are you going out?"

"Hmm. ”

Dong Wusheng responded.

"Then take me with you. ”

"What are you taking you for?"

"Hmm...... If there's something I can call for help for you?"

Dong Wusheng laughed, "Okay, in fact, I originally planned to take you with me." ”

Bai Zhuo was a little surprised when he saw this scene on the side.

Although the person was still the same person, the Rakshasa woman in front of him seemed to be a little different from the one he had seen before.

The Rakshasa woman she had seen before had either a sneer or a wry smile on her face, and even if her nice skin made the two less unsightly, it was far less vivid and warm than what she saw in front of her.

To be honest, after so many encounters, this is the first time that Bai Zhuo feels that the Roguesa is indeed quite beautiful.

It rained for a long time, and by the time they set off, it was already noon.

Since Dong Wusheng was now uncultivated and unable to resist the sword, Bai Zhuo arranged for a female disciple of the Tiger Demon Clan to take her and Madara to the territory of the Tiger Demon Clan.

Seeing the big cat with yellow hair and black stripes walking up to them elegantly and tamely, Dong Wusheng unconsciously reached out and touched the big cat's head.

Tiger Demon: "......?"

Dong Wusheng: "......"

Facing the big cat's puzzled eyes, Dong Wusheng smiled, bowed his head and said sorry, and then withdrew his hand and caged it in his sleeve.

Madara is promotion to the cultivation realm has not been for a long time, and the sword art is not proficient enough, so he was arranged with Dong Wusheng.

He sat behind Dong Wusheng, hugging Dong Wusheng's waist, and always felt that something cold and hard was moving under Dong Wusheng's cloak.

"Sister, did you let the cat out?"

Madara asked quietly as he looked up.

How does he feel like a tail?

Dong Wusheng: "......"

As soon as these words came out, the thing immediately stopped moving. Dong Wusheng glanced back at him, and then turned back expressionlessly, "Hmm." ”

After a sound, Dong Wusheng didn't respond anymore, Madara didn't dig deeper, and in the second half of the way, he didn't feel anything moving anymore.

They had walked all day, and when they reached the woodland where the Tiger Demon Clan lived, the time had come to the evening of the next day.

A group of tiger demons and the small karma realm of Madara can adapt well to this kind of work and rest, and only Dong Wusheng feels a little tired, but when she is in good spirits on weekdays, she also looks like she hasn't seen the light of day for many years, and although she is tired at this time, she can't see it on her face.

The plague is not to be underestimated, and Dong Wusheng can't take care of rest, as soon as a group of people land, they start to organize and arrange non-stop.

Dong Wusheng first went to check on the patients of the Tiger Demon Clan, and confirmed that it was indeed the same as the outbreak in the Abandoned City, and then tried several furnaces of elixir according to the different physiques of the Demon Clan and humans, and adjusted the prescription.

The situation here is much more serious than when the abandoned city first broke out, and Dong Wusheng didn't let Madara interfere anymore, and stepped up his actions to confirm the prescription, followed by organizing people to refine the medicine by hand.

The demon clan is not as good at refining medicine as the human race, and there are not many people who can use it, considering this, Dong Wusheng asked Bai Zhuo to point out all those who can still refine medicine. I wanted to count them, but there were too few people, and I could see them at a glance.

Dong Wusheng looked at the too empty venue, put his hand in his pocket, and turned back to Bai Zhuo with a smiling expression, "You ...... The head is pretty good. ”

Bai Zhuo was also very embarrassed, feeling that his face was hot, and hurriedly waved his hand, "I'll go find some helpers for refining medicine." ”

Dong Wusheng turned his face, sighed unconsciously, and walked towards the crowd, "Go and go back quickly...... I'll see if these can be taught. ”

Bai Zhuo went to find someone non-stop, while Dong Wusheng stayed, and explained the whole process and the places that need attention in detail like teaching Madara at the beginning.

After speaking, she glanced at the reactions of these people - except for a few old pharmacists who had been refining medicine for many years, they all looked blank, looking at the medicine pod in their hands, as if they didn't even know where to start.

Dong Wusheng sighed again.

"Ignition. ”

Dong Wusheng lifted his cloak outside and sat down on the ground, his chin propped up, with a smile on his face that could not be said to be perfunctory or sarcastic.

"Two taels of snakeheads. ”

Several old pharmacists skillfully weighed two taels to join the medicine tripod, and the younger ones looked left and right before hurriedly weighing the medicinal materials.

"Refining to semi-chemical powder ......"

Halfway through his words, Dong Wusheng turned his gaze, glanced at a young tiger demon, and changed his words: "Forget it, I said that you will add the next one." ”

In this way, it was not until Bai Zhuo came back with someone who could replace her that Dong Wusheng stood up and made other preparations.

Madara stayed in the place where the medicine was refining, sitting with a group of tiger demons, refining medicine together.

During this period, there were several young tiger demons who did not control the heat fryer well, and two of them were obviously thin-skinned, which startled the sparks that were fried, and after the fright, the two looked at the black unknown products in the pot, and they were a little ashamed and deflated.

Dong Wusheng passed by here several times, and happened to bump into this scene, so he walked over and patted the two of them on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you don't have to lose money on the damaged tripod and wasted medicinal materials, you young patriarch will pay for it." ”

Both smiled sheepishly.

However, the next time Dong Wusheng passed by, the sound of explosions was still coming and going, and Dong Wusheng could only laugh when he looked at this scene, "It's very lively." ”

Madara had been sitting intently in his place looking at his pot, and the fire in the tripod was reflected in his eyes, like an everlasting lamp.

Dong Wusheng glanced at him, smiled, and walked away.