Can it dissolve the disorder of the essence of heaven and earth? Easier said than done.

Can an individual change the trajectory of the Atlantic currents? Joke.

"But you still have a way, right?"

The pot used his fingers to make a small mallet and hit Fang Ru's back.

Fang Ru was lying on the sofa, and the whole person was like a dead dog. "Stabilize the fluctuations of the essence of heaven and earth in a small range, I can do it a little bit. But the scope is really small, it can only cover Area E, and at most half of Area D can be accommodated. But even so, at most, I can drag the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi a little bit on the deviated track, and I can't get back on track at all. The Fang family's medicine is mainly for people, even if they manipulate the essence of heaven and earth, they are mostly operated through human media. This kind of operation that directly interferes with the essence of heaven and earth, I really don't care about it. ”

The pot changed its technique and gently and intensively hit Fang Ru's back, causing Fang Ru to let out a tired but comfortable sigh. "What about Li Si? Can she help you? ”

Although Li Si is still breaking off friendship with Fang Ru, she shouldn't be the kind of person who doesn't care about it.

Fang Ru waved his hand. "She can't. She's working on souls, and she's more inappropriate than me. ”

Otherwise, she would have gone to find Li Si earlier, and she could still be a coquettish and cute by the way, so that she wouldn't be angry anymore.

Having said that, in fact, during this time, Fang Ru never stopped wagging his tail at Li Si. It's a pity that she is iron-hearted, there is no pot for her, and there is no pot for her.

The pot is Fang Ru's shoulders. It's a pity that his hands are wooden, otherwise he would pinch Fang Ru's shoulders to ensure that Fang Ru is so comfortable that he will never leave in his arms.

Fang Ru narrowed her eyes, her expression exactly the same as when Xiao Yu was scratched by her chin.

Time flows like water. Flows soothingly. The cicadas outside the house are so quiet.

"Fang Ru?"

The pot called softly, and seeing that Fang Ru didn't respond, he tiptoed to take the air conditioning blanket and carefully covered it for Fang Ru.

Standing aside, he looked at Fang Ru's sleeping face stupidly for a while, and the pot tiptoed away again, this time on the second floor.

Tongtong has been crying and sleeping well for the past two days, and after Fang Ru's second aunt found out, she asked her cousin to take Tongtong over to take care of her. Li Zhu was idle, so he went to the base to find a job to exert his physical strength. There are only Fang Ru and him in the house. Fang Ru obviously relaxed a lot. The door of the alchemy room is also so open, no one else will enter anyway.

The alchemy room was a mess.

The pot stood at the door and planned for a long time, and finally designed a reasonable route to cross the books and herbs thrown all over the ground. Walk over to the desk in the corner of the room. It doesn't match the style of the whole room. Everything on the desk is well organized. It is placed in the middle of the entire wooden table. It is a yellowed thread-bound scroll.

The pot is put on the side of the scroll. Milk. Rubber gloves and gently flip through the pages with a spatula in the pen holder.

Familiar handwriting leaps in front of you.

The pot blinked. His body has no function of tears, and everything has to be stuffed in his heart.

Take a deep breath to calm your mind. The pot gently turns the page to the last page. Fang Ru couldn't write with a brush, and she couldn't write and draw on this precious manuscript, so she only had a gel pen in her own notebook. Fortunately, Fang Ru used to open a grocery store, and pen and ink inkstones were sold. I found a set of pots and was about to put down the pen, when I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wouldn't Tim be too conspicuous on the last page?

Fang Ru has read this notebook over and over again, I don't know how many times, and I can memorize it backwards. I guess I really turned to the last page.

Fortunately, this notebook has not been used up, and there is at least half a blank paper in the back. The pot found a page in the middle, clinging to the spine of the book, and wrote carefully.

Wearing. Milk. Rubber gloves, he doesn't have to worry about not being able to hold the pen. But after all, the wooden hand is not as nimble as the hand, and the hairpin flower small characters that have to be imitated in front of him are beautiful, if he is a living person, I am afraid that the sweat dripping from his forehead will have destroyed this precious scroll.

Half an hour passed, and the pot finally finished writing a line. Raising his arm, which weighed a thousand pounds, the pot withdrew the pen and ink inkstone into the space, and then took some sand and soil from the space (Fang Ru occasionally needed to use smoldering potions) and carefully dumped it on the scroll.

Fine grains of sand soaked up the ink. The pot shakes off the sand on the pages of the book, retracts the sand into the space, and carefully examines it to make sure that it does not leave the slightest trace.

Outside the door came the sound of going up the stairs.

The pot quickly put the scroll back in its original position, and finally made sure that there was no mistake at a glance, and sent the wooden body back into space. His soul was also bounced back into the pot's body.

Fang Ru rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Pot? How did you get back? ”

"I'm a little hungry." The pot has a crystal nucleus in one hand, and he chews heavily, "You can't enjoy eating if you stay in the wooden body." ”

"You're a greedy mouth."

Fang Ru shook his head with a smile, stretched, and sat down at the desk again, studying the book carefully.

"What are you looking at?" The pot is full of crystal nuclei, and he asked curiously.

Fang Ru opened his mouth to say.

But when he raised his eyes and looked at the pot that was sitting in the corner of the desk, Fang Ru changed his mind. "Nothing. It's just notes handed down by the older generation. ”

Then Fang Ru stopped talking and continued to carefully study the notebook that she had turned over hundreds of times. The pot also stopped eating and began to close his eyes and recuperate. He was connected to Fang Ru's soul, and Fang Ru could easily sense his uncertainty, so his heart sank even more.

Time passed silently again, but there was less leisure, more urgency of preoccupation.

I don't know how long it has been, Fang Ru's eyes suddenly froze.

Fortunately, the pot was closing his eyes and recuperating, otherwise he would definitely be uneasy and be seen by Fang Ru.

Fang Ru carefully pressed hard, separated the pages to the sides as much as possible, carefully read the small characters hidden next to the spine, and then wrote hard.

Someone rings the doorbell.

Fang Ru didn't raise his head: "You go and open the door." ”

The pot hesitated: "Are you sure you want Mr. Wu to open the door?" ”

"Then go to the little fish. Small fish! Small fish! Don't sleep, open the door! ”

Fang Ru didn't raise his head and his hands during the whole process.

The doorbell rang for a long time, and the little fish full of getting up gas staggered out of Fang Ru's bedroom, and slapped its paw on the door after it became bigger.

The door lock died heroically.

The person outside the door was slammed by the door panel first, got up from the ground, looked up and saw a cat the size of a leopard staring at him, and suddenly fainted.

The little fish grabbed the man by the back collar and dragged him into the house.

When Fang Ru finally finished writing, he went downstairs in high spirits, and the goods were still lying on the ground unconscious.

She knows this person, the Shen family.

Holding the pot in his hand, Bangbang knocked the man on the head twice, and the man finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, the little fish that had not yet grown small was crouching in the corner of the wall, staring at him with the same unhappiness as ever, and suddenly there were signs of fainting again.

Fang Ru pulled him in time and drove the little fish away. After some pleasantries, Fang Ru asked him why he came here.

"Yes, that's right. Young Master, I heard that you have recently been buying quilts and other winter supplies. We happen to have a lot of stock here, I wonder if you need it? (To be continued......)