The purple girl carefully helped Han Fei up, and at the same time stood up, looking at Han Fei's complexion, she was still a little uneasy, and took the initiative to go around to the rear, not seeing that there was a wound behind her that was not too big, it didn't matter, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, in the final analysis, Han Fei was trying to save her, if she died or was injured, she would be more or less sorry in her heart, but fortunately, the worst ending did not happen, and she was relieved.

Suddenly, the purple girl reacted suddenly, and it seemed that Han Fei might have touched her private parts before...

With a violent shock, she recalled that the other party had buried his head in her chest before, and for a while, the purple girl couldn't help but tremble, her heart was ashamed and angry, and the crimson color filled the entire pretty face.

Even the root of the ear is no exception!

Standing aside, Han Fei noticed the abnormality of the purple girl, looked at the other party's gloomy face, and looked at him directly with a murderous gaze, and suddenly he also thought of something.

swallowed a deep mouthful of saliva, and immediately reached out and touched his nose in embarrassment, and slowly retreated little by little: "That... That, I just remembered, there are still some things to do, so I won't stay in Zilanxuan tonight, farewell, farewell. ”

After speaking, he had already walked to the staircase, and then he no longer lowered his speed, and ran down directly, and in a few stunned eyes on the side, he frantically escaped from Zilanxuan.

The purple girl didn't catch up, she was stunned for a long time, looked down at her delicate body, thinking that the other party was like that after all, she was like that to save herself, and all kinds of helplessness turned into a sigh, but she also looked at Han Fei's room fiercely, and clenched her fingers, this matter can't just be over, after that, you must punish him well!

…

It's raining outside.

After Han Fei slipped out of Zilanxuan, he was sitting in a simple teahouse, it was already night, there was no one in the teahouse, just wooden chairs and wooden benches, which were worthless things, which had not been taken back on the street, hiding in it, and being able to temporarily shelter from the rain.

The streets were already deserted at this time, and Han Fei sat here alone under the dark night.

Wiping the fine sweat on his head, thinking about the murderous gaze of the purple girl, he shivered coldly, but in general, it was still not a loss, well, it was too hasty before, it was completely unconscious behavior, and there was no feeling at all.

"Now Zi Lanxuan is afraid that she will not be able to go back, the purple girl must still be angry, the ancient woman is different from the modern one, chastity can be comparable to life, even the purple girl may not be an exception." Han Fei knocked on the wooden table with his left hand, looking at the drizzle outside, tonight is not good!

At night, the rain began to fall heavily.

The cold wind stirred up Xinzheng City, a cold snap blew, and the temperature dropped a few points.

Sitting on the wooden bench with his hands hanging down on the wooden table, Han Fei leaned his head on it, now he is no longer an ordinary mortal, not only has the soul of the three-turn golden pill, but also has the three-fold cultivation of vitality and the center of the earth, so sitting alone on this street, it doesn't feel very cold, but there is a comfortable and cool feeling.

Of course, if you get rid of this weird atmosphere...

Otherwise, it's a good place to feel at home.

Bang Bang Bang.

Tapping on the wooden table with his left hand flexing his fingers, and with a drizzle in his ears, Han Fei thought about how to bring South Korea out of the predicament.

The atmosphere was silent again, except for the sound of raindrops falling, there was nothing else, Han Fei was lazily lying on the table, time passed slowly, his eyes were open and closed, and he was a little sleepy.

And just when Han Fei was sleepy and was about to take a break for a while, suddenly, he vaguely seemed to hear something, and as time went by, the sound seemed to get louder and louder, and when it was finally confirmed, he suddenly woke up from the wooden bench and looked to the east, at the intersection a hundred meters away.

The whole person's mouth opened wide in surprise, although it was dark night, Han Fei could clearly see that there was an army passing by who didn't know its strength, and the culprit who made the sound at night was them!

At the forefront, the blood-red banner fluttered in the wind and rain, and even at night he could see the handsome man riding a white horse, who could only look at his side face but was also extremely evil, dressed in blood-red clothes, with white hair and shawl moving in the wind, and his breath was extremely strange.

A hundred meters away, Han Fei could feel the cold and piercing chill of the other party, his pupils gradually constricted, he probably knew who this person was, bloody clothes and white hair, red flag army, in South Korea, except for the hereditary marquis Hou Bai Yifei, who else could there be?

"He actually returned to Xinzheng."

Han Fei's eyes drooped slightly, and he felt a trace of urgency, you must know that the Bloody Marquis not only his own strength is probably not much inferior to Wei Zhuang, but he is also a big man with heavy troops, and he is respected as one of the four fierce generals of the night, and he must be on Ji Wuye's side, and now that he is back, I just don't know how many obstacles will be caused to him?

A trace of fierceness gradually flashed in his eyes, and a faint black aura crossed his pupils, and Han Fei muttered to himself: "It's best not to stand in my way, otherwise even if you are the Hou Ye, you will have to pay a painful price!" ”

Cracking sound.

His hands were clenched into fists, and suddenly there was a sound like frying chestnuts, and the spiritual power spread, and even the wooden table trembled slightly.

……

Han Fei's house, Han Fei can't find a lot of craftsmen these days.

Because his body owner was a heavy drinker, he had to create some special items.

One of them is the still! The principle of a still is simple, it is several connected sealed jars, the first jar is responsible for distillation, the second jar is responsible for cooling, and the third jar is responsible for collection.

As long as the stills are made, the distilled spirits are distilled, and the essential oils of plants are extracted.

The most important thing is that this kind of still can be wooden, ceramic, metal.

There is a person Han Fei appreciates the most, his name is Chen Qi, and his brain is very flexible!

"Chen Qi, make this thing for me." Han Fei pulled Chen Qi aside, drew a picture of the still on the blackboard, and then explained to him the specific construction material.

This gadget, through Han Fei's teaching, Chen Qi quickly appeared in his mind the specific process of making the still, he said: "This is simple, childe, it is better to burn a few large clay pots, and it is easy to shape." “

"Well, that's fine, the pipes connected between the clay pots are made by the macaroni method." Han Fei said.

This macaroni is a method of wrapping a soft stick in mud, calcining it, and then pumping it out, so that the condenser tube needed for the still can be made.

"Yes, Your Highness, I will tell the craftsman to do it." Chen Qi said.

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