late at night

Wangcheng is not as small as a small town, most inns are open all day, Qin Qian casually picked an inn, and entered the door with the boy on his back, the shopkeeper was almost prevented from entering the door by the strong smell of blood, Qin Qian threw a few gold coins over without saying a word, this is the original owner's pocket money, she has already put it in the space bracelet.

After the shopkeeper got the gold coin, his face immediately changed, he nodded and asked her to the upper room of Tianzihao. I was also very eager to ask if I wanted hot water?

Qin Qian nodded.

The shopkeeper saw that the young man was covered in blood, so he hurriedly sent someone to fetch water.

In the middle of the night, the shopkeeper was tired, because the boy was too seriously injured, and he used three buckets of hot water just to clean the blood on his body. The dirty clothes with blood were thrown away by Qin Qian.

Just as he was about to complain, Qin Qian threw a few more gold coins over!

The shopkeeper blinked, and the wrinkles on his smiling face could kill a few mosquitoes.

"Guest, if you have any instructions, please ring the bell in your room!" ~We are always available. ”

"Okay."

……

Qin Qian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the young man lying in the clean brocade quilt.

...... face It was horrible, as if it had been disfigured by something. It was as if it had endured the most terrible torture in the world, and just one look at it was enough to make one faint.

But the body is slender, the skin is as fine as mutton fat, and it is like powder, the texture is lean and the flesh is even, and the skin is white and clean, like the whitest fine snow in the north.

As the former Yaozun, Qin Qian helped the young man take his pulse again, only to find that the young man was not without vitality, and the vitality flowed very weakly. Similar to his pulse.

Could it be that I was wrong in a hurry?

Qin Qian was puzzled.

Could it be that he was a member of the mercenary group, and under the slaughter of the prince of Great Tuesday, his life was hard to die, and he was lucky to be saved by me?

Even if he is a member of the mercenary group, if he looks at it now, the cliff will quickly burp!

But is the skin of people who cultivate vitality so good? Qin Qian couldn't help but stretch out the claws of Lushan and touch the young man's chest muscles~

It's really sturdy.

Qin Qian muttered to himself in his heart.

Although this man is ugly, he has a good figure......

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

It should be regarded as accumulating virtue for yourself.

Qin Qian wanted to buy him some pills to replenish it, but he thought that he was shy in his pocket.

I don't think my money is enough to save myself.

Only......

Cheap way to cure slowly.

Qin Qian wrote a prescription and blew the ink.

The method is a little old, go back and fry it well, and the effect is not as good as those pills.

Rang the bell, and the shopkeeper soon appeared at the door.

Qin Qian handed him both the prescription and the gold coins.

"Guest, what do you command?"

"Go grab the medicine."

"Okay."

"By the way, buy a nice men's outfit and come back. Height, a head taller than you. ”

"Okay."

Wangcheng is really Wangcheng, in the middle of the night, the shopkeeper can also buy all the medicinal materials that Qin Qian wants in the time of a stick of incense, which can be called god speed!

"Can you borrow a decoction from the kitchen of your inn?"

"Well, this ...... The kitchen of the inn is a bit ...... for outsiders to go in Not too ......"

A gold coin was handed over......

"Of course, the needs of the guests are our responsibility, please, this way!"

Qin Qian borrowed the kitchen of the inn, found a medicine stove, and began to carefully decoction the medicine, this is not the same thing as the elixir refined with vitality, the ancient method of decoction, only ordinary people who don't know how to practice and have no vitality will do this......

Also, cheap.

Kindness.

Qin Qian carefully controlled the heat, and put these ordinary herbs into it one by one in the best order, until the medicinal soup was successfully boiled, and then the residue was carefully filtered out with gauze, and he went upstairs with the clean medicinal soup.

After entering the room.

Helped the ugly guy in the coma up, forcibly broke his mouth, and fed the medicinal soup half forcefully.

After feeding the medicine, Qin Qian was half tired and half dead.

Glancing at the sky.

Secretly cursed in his heart, he cleaned up the remaining herbs, left a note on the pillow, and left the inn immediately.

Qin Qian, who went back, felt so sad, a member of the mercenary group, I wasted most of the night to save you! If you don't see the prince of the world's best Tuesday, forget it......

It's also ruined!

Lose it!