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Chapter 393 The Bride Who Was Repented 40
Having just gone through a long journey, Lan Shuying returned to the small building where she grew up in decline.

Perhaps it was the instinct of her body, after taking a bath, she fell into the clean bed and smelled the elegant incense. This was the first time she had a good night's sleep since she came to this plane.

According to Yaohuanggu's eyeliner report, the sword emperor did not leave after parting with her that day, but walked outside the valley, as if waiting for someone.

Lan Shuying understood that he was not waiting for someone, but was monitoring her movements, because the medicine emperor was not in the valley, and it was not suitable for a long-term stay after the knife emperor came.

He didn't want her to go to the snow field alone.

Dao Huang's life was bright and aboveboard, and he valued love and righteousness. It is a blessing that Yao Huang can make such a friend.

The original book did not mention the follow-up of the Yaohuang. Maybe he was never released by the Zhurong clan, so he stayed in the depths of the snowfield to help them make the Great Cold Pill, and spent the rest of his life like this.

But she couldn't allow this to continue.

Because Yaohuang's high-level treatment is likely to be temporary, he has a high chance of being in danger.

Mangta once expressed concern about the future of the Zhurong tribe.

In his words, the treasure should be a living creature, and it is becoming more and more greedy, frantically luring the Zhurong people to get close to it.

The closer they are, the more heat they absorb, and the closer they are to the end of explosion or spontaneous combustion.

In the past, the life expectancy of a member of the Zhurong tribe was at least 50 years old, but since the mutation of the treasure, now the first to die are young adults in their teens to 30 years old!
These unstable clansmen secretly avoided the crowd and approached the treasure, some died of excessive absorption, and more because they lost their minds, fell into the magma around the treasure, and were scalded to death alive.

The old patriarch, that is, Mangta's grandfather, was the first to discover the problem.

So he changed the activity of worshiping the treasure once a month to two months, three months, and finally to once every six months.

Originally, he made such a decision for the benefit of the tribe, but he tried hard to explain it, but it was not understood by everyone. Under the instigation of caring people, such a reform made him lose the position of patriarch, and the Mangta family also stayed away from the decision-making. center.

The newly appointed patriarch and Grandpa Manta happened to be two extremes.

He strongly supported the clansmen to accept the power of the treasure, advocated divinity, and changed the semi-annual once set by Grandpa Manta to one month. Before Manta escaped, worshiping the treasure had become a feast every seven days.

The new patriarch asked Yaohuang to make large batches of Great Cold Pills for this purpose.

While letting the tribe desperately absorb heat, enhance the so-called divinity;
On the one hand, the Great Cold Pill is used to cool down and suppress the temperature, so as to keep people awake as much as possible, so as not to plunge into the magma by themselves.

Lan Shuying could imagine that scene, and she thought of more.

Greed knows no bounds.

If these high-ranking Zhurong people start to desire more power, will the frequency of once every seven days be revised again?Then, the number of Great Cold Pills they need will increase again. Can Yaohuang alone undertake such a heavy work?
Even if he has an assistant who can complete the alchemy task entrusted by the Zhu Rong clan, but, as we all know, the plants on the snowfield are barren. Are there really so many alternative raw materials that can make the Great Cold Pill?
In other words, how long can he practice?

For the Zhurong people who discriminate against foreigners, the Yaohuang is equivalent to a tool for making the Great Cold Pill, rather than a living person with flesh and blood.

After the squeeze, when the Medicine Emperor loses its value, how will the angry Zhurong tribe treat him?
Lan Shuying leaned against the wall of the alchemy room, the scent of medicines in the room could not soothe her emotions, her clear eyes were stained with worry.

She looked down at her fingers.

Smooth, delicate, and obviously frail.

The power grasped by these two hands is still not enough. With her weakened body, she can't kill seven in and seven out in the hinterland of the Zhu Rong clan who can control the divine power.

In fact, the easiest way to solve the Zhu Rong clan is to destroy their roots.

That is, tampering with that treasure.

As long as she can get in smoothly, destroy the treasure, and save the Medicine Emperor, then she will be fine in this plane.

And how to destroy the treasure...

Lan Shuying's complexion was cloudy and uncertain.

There are more than a dozen chaotic props left in her private collection, all of which are high-end items, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a treasure from a low-level plane.

Moreover, Nanming took people to Guixu, which resulted in the absence of the Eye of Punishment. If she opened the space door in this plane, it seemed that she would not have to worry about being traced to the coordinates of Mustard Boat.

Hopefully, the harvest from disposing of the treasure can be worth this chaotic item.

Having made up her mind, Lan Shuying got up first to count the total number of Great Cold Pills in the alchemy room.

After she came back, she explained the pharmaceutical steps immediately, and carried out in groups. All the boys and handymen in the pill room worked day and night, and there were a total of 220 Great Cold Pills.

The person in charge of the pill room told her that there are still some that have not been released yet, and it is expected to reach about [-] by this time tomorrow.

Three hundred, Lan Shuying estimated the weight. If she added the necessities she had to carry with her, it would be very close to the maximum load. She might not be able to carry even more.

"Thank you for your hard work. Send someone to tell me as soon as the Great Cold Pill is released tomorrow."

"Yes, Elder Sister, we understand." The other party replied with a low eyebrow.

……

The drizzle outside did not stop, and the Emperor of the Sword ordered a table of small wines, with a plate of pickled cucumbers and a bowl of marinated green beans, eating with relish.

Someone recognized the giant scabbard on his back, and the topic in the tavern changed from the romance in the brothel to the battle between the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor on Baihu Ridge.

The Emperor of Swords listened attentively, and continued to drink and eat.

He didn't feel a little sleepy, and he didn't notice anything wrong. He paid the money, frowned, pushed away the widow shopkeeper's arm wrapped around him like a water snake, and wandered back to the inn, sleeping soundly with his head covered.

He didn't know that a young young man walked past under the window at this time.

The young man held a plain oiled paper umbrella, and carried a sealed bamboo bookcase behind his back. There were not half a book of sages in the bookcase, but a whole three hundred Great Cold Pills specially packaged.

After passing the level of the Sword Emperor, Lan Shuying did not stop at all. In order to avoid trouble, she took out a token given by Ge Shuyu, and passed through the main road guarded by the Mongolian army unimpeded. A snow mountain appeared before her eyes again.

She took off her disguise and put on a neat white dress, which made it easier to hide in the snow.

Without disturbing the nearby Mongolian herdsmen, she got the tools from the local Yaohuanggu Biezhuang, chose a direction, and started climbing.

Because of the previous experience, this time, she stepped on the snow field earlier than expected.

Fate is always strikingly similar.

She met the Zhurong tribe again at the border of the snowfield.

(End of this chapter)