"Hey, Guigu Lao'er, don't take an inch!" Xiao Bai saw that he took out three storage blood vessels from his back, and immediately looked at each other angrily and said sharply.

The old man of Guigu is also used to this title, and he is not angry, and he almost writes the four big words "ill will" on his face with a smile. Shaking the three empty blood vessels in his hand, he made a crisp collision sound: "Andrographis is cold, and honeysuckle vine is also cold, but the two are mutually exclusive, and the two are evenly matched, and they are not willing to be supplemented by one side, weaken the measurement of honeysuckle vine and add a little of your blood, I thought that in this way, I could force the fusion of two medicinal materials, and obtain a medicine that has the frost heart of andrographis and the cold drop of honeysuckle vine, and the crystallization of the fusion of the two is not as simple as complementing each other." ”

The fanaticism in the pupil is almost madness, and his obsession with the pill blinds his concern for other things, although there is a saying: people need to be attached to it in order to achieve something. This statement is extremely reasonable, and Xiaobai also practices it by example, but the persistence of the old man in Guigu has been out of the normal range, and he can't take care of anything else by unscrupulous means to achieve his goal!

The frenzy in the pupils of the old man in Guigu seemed to be instantly extinguished by a sudden rainstorm, and he was a little unwilling: "Your blood is already scarce, and some of the ones you saved before were used for this fusion this time, but I didn't expect these two medicinal materials to be so domineering! ”

"And then?" said Xiaobai, sneering.

After that, the andrographis was cut to the level of honeysuckle vine, and the only remaining blood was poured in, this time the two were evenly matched, and no one would take a half step back, and the blood sandwiched in the middle became a sharp blade in the hands of the two, slashing at each other, the blood of the bloodthirsty body was extremely domineering, but it was too small to fuse the two at all, but it was called anti-guest-oriented, and it was swallowed hard, in exchange for andrographis and honeysuckle vine, and finally only a handful of residues remained. The old man of Guigu shook his head and sighed. There is nothing more sad than spending rare medicinal materials and blood, only to get useless medicinal residues.

Xiao Bai sneered more and more, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the old man of Guigu who was full of sorrow, and said coldly: "So you want to increase the blood metering, let the blood occupy the dominant position, and then forcibly fuse?"

"That's right. The old man of Guigu calmly replied yes.

Xiao Bai first sneered, and sure enough, then immediately turned his face and roared loudly: "No way!" was so angry that he forgot his identity and usefulness.

Guigu Lao'er also forgot that Xiaobai had no human rights, and even chuckled a little: "Isn't it just that there is so much more blood than usual? ”

"Dream! Don't even think about it, I won't compromise! It's my blood that is pumped, and the two tubes are my maximum limit, don't think about it more!" Xiao Bai calmed down and gritted his teeth and said sharply.

The sentence 'It was my blood that was drawn' reminded the old man of Guigu, yes, it was your blood that was drawn, but now you belong to me. "Heh, I can't help you, let me finish pumping obediently, wasting my tongue. He laughed disdainfully and snorted coldly.

Xiaobai has already recognized the situation, and is not refutating, but has no intention of saying more. Exhaled a breath of turbidity like resignation, and had lost the last insistence, sighing and sighing, but there was a kind of sadness that was powerless to return to the sky. I said with a melancholy in my heart: As soon as I entered the pharmacy, I was sad, and from then on, my human rights were gone.

Miserable and miserable.

Leaning on the wheelchair, one hand gently touching the acupuncture points on the three fingers of the sideburns, the headache was splitting. When he raised his eyes and saw that the old man of Guigu actually rolled up his cuffs, looking like he was doing it himself, Xiaobai immediately stretched out his hand to stop it, and hurriedly said: "You can rest for a long time, I'll come by myself, I'll come by myself." ”

The old man of Guigu, who was still rolling up his cuffs, squinted at Xiaobai and asked, "Come by yourself?"

"Do it yourself. Dejectedly declared.

Guigu Lao'er put down his cuffs and pulled out a short blade without sheath from his waist, the slender blade was not fancy, the ink-dyed color was simple and ordinary, and there was only a crooked pattern on the top and bottom of the whole knife. After weighing it in his hand, he sighed again that this unsheathed short blade was so light, and he couldn't put it down. This short blade is the 'hidden edge' that almost killed Xiao Bai. Xiaobai was rescued by the old man of Guigu, and this short blade was taken down by him as a matter of course, good thing!

The short blade and the three bottles of blood vessels were thrown to Xiaobai, and said, "Be careful, there is a lot of blood, ask you." No matter how you hear it, it feels awkward. As soon as the probe took it, he took the unsheathed short blade, and the distance and time were perfectly controlled. And the three vials of blood vessels did not land so perfectly, and they slipped off the chest before they were caught. glanced at the short blade in his hand, his father ...... No, how could my father's Zang Feng not know about it? Stroking the edge of the blade, the fastidious Zang Feng didn't cut the little white finger.

Guigu Lao'er turned around and sat back on the mahogany chair, took the red wine gourd, poured it into the teacup, looked at Xiaobai's fingers that were not cut by Zang Feng, and took a sip beautifully.

How could such a precious bloodthirsty body not attract great attention? How could a thin layer of skin and flesh protect the precious blood in this body? The first medicine that Xiaobai received as an experimental object was to enhance the flexibility of the skin. The thick calluses wrapped around every corner of Xiaobai's body, and at this stage, Xiaobai understood Gongye's sentence for the first time: Life is better than death. This is not the end! The calluses turned into dead skin, sparse and faded, the whole body seemed to be peeled off the skin as if it was pink, the new skin was more white and strong than before, but this was far from enough, mixed with many rare medicinal materials, after special refining, internal and external wiping, the skin has been transformed into various colors, various textures, and even scales. In short, it is not what human beings should look like, and after half a month of transformation, Xiaobai's skin is finally a preliminary success. The slightly pale skin is not as colorful as the other, smooth and delicate, and elastic, which is enough to envy the women of the world, and most importantly, tenacity. Although there is no crust, or hard scales, this seemingly blown-and-tearable skin is enough to withstand the cuts of ordinary sharp blades, of course, if it is a vicious cut...... Ahem, when I didn't say it.

Alas, Xiaobai sighed, pulled a sword flower, and inserted Zang Feng into the armrest of the wheelchair with his backhand, lifted the hem, revealing the trouser legs, and wrapped a bandage around the knees, and untied them. The two-finger-wide wound looked extremely swollen, and there was no blood flowing, but it was like a blood clot held under the skin that could not dissipate, and it was piled up here like this, which had already caused inconvenience, no wonder Xiaobai had to use a wheelchair.

Pulling out Zangfeng, he sighed from his nose, and went down with a knife, and his hand was extremely ruthless, hitting the wound, cutting through the thin covered skin, but there was no blood flowing, and there was a blood clot under the skin, blocking the flow of blood. Turning the tip of the knife downward, he glanced at the wound, and after making sure that the calibration was correct, he stabbed into the wound! Drip.

Immediately took the blood vial and took it, the light red blood slid down the slope, and the thin caliber of the blood vial stuck to the skin, blocking the blood from continuing to slide and sliding directly into the bottle. The drip was too slow, the knife was really painful in the knee, gritted his teeth, pinched his hand, held the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it up, without the blockage of the blade, the blood really flowed much faster, and soon, a bottle would be full. Covering the hilt of the knife and stabbing downward, the blade sealed the wound and blocked the overflow of blood at the same time, taking the opportunity to change the blood vial, and pulling it out in turn. He frowned to indicate pain, but his pupils were numb and numb.

A gray patch.