Lan Shuying watched intently with ghost pupils.

She noticed a strange current of heat coming out of Mangta's palm, which hooked the red ball in the corpse's chest, and after a few seconds, the ball exploded like a firecracker that had been ignited.

There was a soft thud, and the corpse trembled.

Mangta withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

The fire ignited from inside the corpse, and it only took a dozen breaths to burn the man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, to ashes.

Silent.

Dugu Yueyue's eyes widened, and then she rubbed it vigorously.

A gust of wind blew, and the ash was quickly tossed onto the snow behind, leaving only faint blackened marks.

Mangta didn't stop at the consternation of the spectators, he continued to walk to the next corpse and repeated the action he had just done.

The results are naturally the same.

A dozen or so corpses of different races, all of them were disposed of in the same way.

Lan Shuying suddenly had an idea in her heart: This is very environmentally friendly!

It's clean, and it's more material-efficient than corpse water. However, this peculiar method of handling is restricted to the Snow Aliens.

Now there are eight people in the snow, namely the Mangta couple and the sleeping child in the woman's arms, the Sword Emperor's family of four, and Lan Shuying.

After introducing each other, everyone didn't say too much to each other, and went back together.

The yurt rented by the Dao Emperor and the herdsmen is actually not small, but with so many people walking in one after another, the yurt was suddenly crowded, making people feel more and more warm here, and there seemed to be countless invisible hands pulling in the air, in short, I didn't want to go out again.

Before the Sword Emperor could speak, Dugu Yueyue had already squeezed to Lan Shuying's side with a roar, grabbed her arm, and asked a question.

"Sister Shiwei, you scared Xiaoyue and me to death! Did you really go to the snow? Hey, yes, why did you get into a fight with those people? Are they aliens, why should they do it with you? And this, ahem, these guys? ”

Lan Shuying was very uncomfortable with her closeness.

But judging from the memory of the decline, Dugu Yueyue has a very good relationship with her.

Because there are really no children of the same age as Shiwan in the Medicine Emperor Valley, only this girl who often comes to visit can play with her and whisper with her.

Lan Shuying imitated the tone and small movements of Shi Wei, and affectionately held Dugu Yueyue's hand and said: "I did climb up to the snow field to watch for a while, and I also saved someone, but I was chased by that group of people immediately after, and I finally escaped." ”

She turned to the Sword Emperor and his wife, bowed solemnly, and thanked them for their rescue.

Mrs. Dugu's face was blank, she just looked away with a faint hum, obviously not interested in the person who was weak, and she didn't want to communicate with her at all.

The Sword Emperor stroked his beard and laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, think about it, it's thanks to these people who forced you back, otherwise, we don't know where to go to catch you." He pushed his son, "Girl, this is the eldest of my family, I guess I haven't seen him for several years, but I still recognize him?" ”

Boss Dugu's face blushed into cooked shrimp, and the five big and three thick young and strong people really revealed the feeling of a small jasper, and he was timid, not daring to look at her.

Lan Shuying understood as soon as she saw him like this, the Sword Emperor had not dispelled the idea of letting Shi Wei marry his son, she was bitter in her heart, and the gloating of Shi Wei in the sea made her even more irritable.

Shi Wei had already seen that Lan Shuying didn't want to keep her, and, according to the content of the contract, if all her wishes were fulfilled, it should be disposed of by the other party.

After all, it is impossible to return to a free body, it is very likely that she will not be able to live, she simply lets herself go, how can she make Lan Shuying unhappy, how can she come. is a weak and deceitful person, and if this mouth is poisoned, it will indeed be disgusting.

Lan Shuying silently thought, and a dirty rag appeared out of thin air in Zhihaifei, flew over and directly blocked the declining mouth.

Only then did she say apologetically to the young man: "It's snowy, I really didn't see it clearly, and I hope that Brother Dugu won't blame the little sister." ”

Dugu Yueyue flattened her mouth, and she understood from this self-proclaimed that her eldest brother was really out of play.

From the bottom of her heart, the eldest brother treats her as a sister very well, and Dugu Yueyue doesn't want a sister-in-law to suddenly appear and share her treatment, unless she ...... This sister-in-law has a very good relationship with her, so she is willing to let her eldest brother out.

It's a pity, Sister Shiwei is not happy, and she can't force it.

The Sword Emperor also showed regret on his face, but he had expected this result, so he was not particularly disappointed, but he was not so eager.

From this moment on, Shi Wei is not a potential daughter-in-law for him, but just an orphan left by an old friend.

Thinking of his old friend Medicine Emperor, the Sword Emperor's eyes were slightly gray and sentimental, after all, decades of friendship were not fake. He took a jar of soju from the corner of the yurt and drank it alone.

He sighed, "Girl, do you want to go to the snow field to find old medicine?" ”

Lan Shuying nodded.

Shi Wei told her three wishes at that time, which were not to save Li Xueya, not to be stripped of her heart, and to find the Medicine Emperor (or the body of the Medicine Emperor) that she could do or not.

Lan Shuying was able to climb to the position of the first person in District 11, relying on strength and luck, as well as a little courage above others. For example, this kind of task that can be done or not, she will definitely try to do it first.

Li Xueya she saved, but that was for the sake of the black hand, and now Li Xueya has lost the Sword Emperor's patience in advance, and is being locked up in the Sword Palace as a breeding pig. And Ye Xinghe has already been abolished, if you want to help him continue the meridians of his limbs and restore his martial arts, he will need to pay a great price to return to Snow Mountain Villa.

Ye Fuxun is difficult to protect herself, and she may not be willing to do it, even if she wants to save her son, she must be able to find a smart enough doctor.

In this way, Li Xueya will have no other helpers who dare to compete with the Divine Sword Palace, and normally speaking, when the sons of him and those maids are successfully born, this breeding pig should be slaughtered.

It didn't make much sense for Lan Shuying to continue to stay in the Central Plains, time was precious, so she wanted to go to the snow field to break through.

Before talking to Ge Shuyu, she didn't know that there was such a group of aliens on the snowfield.

And after this head-on encounter, she realized that something was wrong.

This is a low-level plane, and it is built based on the original Tanmei book. Theoretically, there shouldn't be any such gods.

A decline that turned into a resentful ghost may be said to be an accident, after all, she has a clear grudge with the two protagonists, and she occupies a lot of roles in the original book, and she has been ruthlessly calculated by those two, and it is likely to have been contaminated with the power of rules.

However, the heat flow used by the Mangta to attract the ball inside the corpse was infinitely close to divine power in nature.

Thin, but indeed divine power.

In this way, the Snow Alien race is the descendant of the gods, and this legend does have some truth.

"Doctor, are you looking for someone?" The Mongolian woman had been listening to the side, and at this time she finally had a chance to interject.

The firelight reflected her red face, and the woman asked enthusiastically, "Is it also from the Central Plains?" ”

"Yes, he is my master, a divine doctor, and he has not come out since he entered the snowfield more than three years ago." Lan Shuying described to her the Medicine Emperor's physiognomy and dress style.

The Mongolian woman thought about it, probably not impressed, so she relayed these words to her husband Mangta in a foreign language.

She acts as a microphone, allowing Lan Shuying and Mangta to communicate smoothly.

"Is your master's name Zhuoru?"

Lan Shuying wanted to shake her head at first, but suddenly found that Shi Wei's expression changed, and she looked extremely excited, her mind turned, and then she remembered that the word of the Medicine Emperor was indeed called Zhuo Ru, and nodded hurriedly, "Have you really seen my master?" How is he doing now? ”

Mangta said a few more words.

The Mongolian woman translated: "I have seen him, Zhuo Ru lives in the patriarch's house and is responsible for the development of the Great Han Pill. He is alive and well. His duties are important and he can't leave there. ”

Great Handan?

Lan Shuying had seen this recipe in the "Pharmacopoeia of Compassion", which was a failed experiment of the Medicine Emperor and had never really been made. He added this recipe later only because some of the steps were more enlightening.

As for the medicinal properties of the Great Han Pill......

She seemed to understand why the Medicine Emperor had been forcibly left behind by the alien patriarch.

Because, the Great Han Dan, as the name suggests, is a cold Dan prescription.

For example, after Ah Shui followed Ge Shuyu, whenever the fire in his body was restless, he could chew the cold stone and take its essence to suppress the fire nature.

The Great Han Pill is an enhanced version of the Cold Stone.

It seems that even if the alien race locks itself in the cold snowfield, it still can't completely suppress the fire.

Mangta does not deny this understanding of hers, this is the truth.

And the Medicine Emperor saw through the problems in the body of the alien race, he took out the pill of the Great Han Pill in time, and made a finished product with herbs with similar effects on the snow field, and gave it to the alien race.

After making sure that the Great Han Pill was working, the aliens happily locked him back to meet the patriarch.

Since then, the Medicine Emperor has become their guest of honor, a most honorable prisoner, and they are willing to give him the highest treatment except for freedom.

"Good ......" The Sword Emperor was stunned when he heard this, slapped his thigh at the last time, and howled: "Old medicine, old medicine, you are confused, I knew this, what do you have to do to pick that broken grass!" ”

Lan Shuying was also very helpless.

She vaguely knew that the Medicine Emperor had climbed the snow field to pick a medicinal herb.

Shi Wei once persuaded him not to go, but the medicine emperor promised very happily, and in the end, he directly gave her a goodbye without saying goodbye!

A doctor's love for a good medicine is in no way inferior to that of a swordsman facing a peerless sword, and a swordsman facing the best sword spectrum, which is really an irresistible temptation.

It can only be said that it is fate, and the Medicine Emperor deserves this catastrophe.

Lan Shuying looked at the Mangta couple with her spare eyes, and muttered: "I am also a doctor, I have seen all the steps of the Great Han Pill, if I am by the master's side, I can give him a hand......

The Mongolian woman's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly dissuaded: "Are you crazy? I know that your poison is indeed very powerful, but the number of Zhurong people is really too much, the patriarch is not a human, he is a god! Today, these are just minions who have been driven to the periphery, and the deeper you go, the more powerful the Zhurong people you encounter...... They're going crazy, and if you go, you'll never want to come back in your life! ”

"Going crazy......?" Lan Shuying grabbed these words, and it sounded like this group called the Zhurong clan was in some trouble.

The woman chatted with Mangta, and the couple discussed for a while.

Halfway through their child woke up once, Dugu Yueyue was very enthusiastic, handed a bowl of hot water over, and they gratefully fed the child.

Mrs. Dugu was a mother after all, and she was more considerate than her daughter, so she went out quietly and asked the herdsmen for a can of goat's milk, simmered it and handed it to the couple.

This move completely subdued their hearts.

Mangta beckoned Lan Shuying to sit down and put on a posture ready for a long talk.

When he said a paragraph, the Mongolian woman translated it.

"My clan's name is Zhurong, which is the relic of the god of fire, and the clan enshrines the treasures left by the ancestors. As time passes, our ancestors have forgotten us, our divinity is gradually passing away, and only the Supreme Treasure can help us preserve our divinity. ”

Lan Shuying asked, "What does divinity mean?" ”

It's not the first time she's encountered this word, this kind of thing may come from rules, or it may come from faith, judging from the experience of the Zhurong clan, faith is more likely.

Manta's right hand was pressed to his chest, and his four fingers rubbed against each other a few times.

When his hand was withdrawn again, there was a neat exclamation in the yurt—only to see that his fingertips were like lit candles, and through the crystal flesh, he could directly see the bones inside, extending upwards, and at the end of the bones, there were four sparks!

After Mangta made this demonstration, the spark did not disappear immediately, but continued to expand, his forehead oozing sweat, and his lips gradually turned pale.

In contrast, the sparks are getting redder, as if fueled by human blood!

It's not a trick.

Lan Shuying "looked" very clearly: when Mangta's fingers touched the skin in the center of his chest, the red ball jumped, and he used that thin divine power to build a bridge, borrowing fire from inside the ball, and used it to complete this demonstration.

The divinity here is a little more interesting than Agatha's world.

I have to say that she became interested in the treasure of the Zhurong clan.

The Zhurong clan has infinite strength, and can cast flames through the red ball in his body, which is simply a freak of demonic and martial dual cultivation. Perhaps it is precisely because their presence upsets the balance that the power of the rules gives them obvious flaws.

Most of the people who drowned were swimmers.

The Zhurong people revere fire, worship fire, and finally die in fire.

In order to keep their people thriving, they migrated all the way and settled in the snowy fields.

The Arcana cannot be kept away from them, or it will be destroyed.

They cannot leave the Arcana, or they will lose their divinity.

It's a very frustrating mutual need.

In Lan Shuying's understanding, the existence of the Supreme Treasure has a radiating effect on the Zhurong clan, and the closer they get, the stronger the radiation, which will make them feel that their divinity is increasing. However, when they reach a certain value, they will be like the dozen or so corpses that have been detonated or even burned outside......

This has been the case for generations, but they never get tired of it.

What is the treasure, it is clearly a source of disaster.

"Sounds like a troublesome ......" Lan Shuying rubbed the corners of her forehead, and suddenly thought of something, "I take the liberty of asking, your husband, how did he resist this temptation?" ”

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