Royal Alchemist

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Wearing a silver mask, the autumn leaves in white jumped out of the silver war wolf, and the white snow reflected the war wolf in all directions, making people's eyes hurt.

Autumn Leaves walked to the edge of the mountainside. From this position, you can just overlook Bingshu City. The white buildings are like snow-covered mountains. The most striking thing is the palace in the city, although it is far less than the Solomon Empire. The palace is magnificent, but it is also full of style.

"A few years ago, this place was dilapidated, not even a single intact house could be found, but now it barely looks like it." Feng Qi came from behind him, stood side by side with him, and looked into the distance.

"You are too humble. The current Bingshu City is quite large. You have spent so much time on the construction of this star field for so many years." Qiuye replied.

Feng Qi smiled: "This is my empire, so I can't talk about worrying about it."

Qiu Ye turned her head, under the eye sockets of the mask, the dark eyes were cold and heartless, Feng Qi looked at him, although he was not afraid, but there was still a chill in his heart.

After a long time, Qiu Ye looked away, looked at the snow-white Bingshu City, and sighed: "It's so beautiful, so white, so clean, just like the holy land in ancient books."

"Really, it's very beautiful, but I just think it's too cold. It would be perfect if the climate here can be warmer." Although Feng Qi was talking about his city, his eyes kept staring at Qiu Ye.

"I like white the most." Qiuye murmured.

Feng Qi stepped on the thick snow, creaked and walked to a tall and strong tree that seemed to be dead, and patted the trunk: "When I first escaped to Lan Xue Xing, I set up a tree under this tree. Oath, build my dynasty."

Qiu Ye narrowed her eyes, and glanced coldly: "This tree is dead."

"No, it's just dormant. I always believe that as long as the weather improves, it will sprout."

Qiu Ye raised her head slightly, her tone was arrogant: "No, it is already dead, the so-called dormancy is just your imagination. Because the climate here will never change, it will never recover. On the territory of the Solomon Dynasty, any No one can try to change anything! Not every inch of land, every planet!"

Feng Qi's face turned cold suddenly, with broken ice in his eyes, he clenched his fists hard.

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"Come on, come on, look at your old arms and legs, haven't you moved for a long time? Be careful, my fists don't have eyes..." Luo Wendao clenched his fists with both hands, and hopped back and forth in small steps at staggered steps. , "Come on, come and hit me!"

Feng Qi punched like the wind, and hit him in the face with a whir.

"Ah—" Luo Wendao persisted for a while, and fell to the ground.

Feng Qi said condescendingly: "You talk too much, you don't talk when you should, and talk nonsense when you shouldn't."

Luo Wendao lay on the ground and wiped his nosebleeds: "What should I say? Your Majesty the Emperor is wise and mighty?"

Feng Qi laughed and sat on the ground.

"Have you relieved your anger?" Luo Wendao stretched and rubbed his arms.

Feng Qi had a cold face: "He dared to say in front of me that this is the territory of the Solomon Dynasty! If it weren't for the sake of him being the envoy, I would immediately tell him to die without a place to bury him!"

Luo Wendao snorted: "Isn't their attitude always obvious? They talk about peace talks, but they won't admit us. It's you, who is inexplicable."

"Why am I confused?" Feng Qi was displeased.

"What did you take him to do with that tree? Tell him about raising troops to establish a dynasty, are you stupid? He is from Safirol. I haven't seen you like this before. Everything falls out."

People of Safirol!

A thorn stabbed into the heart without defense.

Feng Qi took a deep breath, adjusted his mood and changed the topic: "I hit you just now, does it hurt?"

Luo Wendao shook his right hand, and said impatiently: "The old injury of more than ten years will never heal. It's really annoying! If it weren't for this arm, I would definitely be invincible! I promise to help you level Solomon's star!" area!"

Feng Qi laughed for a long time, but finally sighed again.

……

Feng Qi woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes to face the sun, and subconsciously squinted his eyes. Although there was still a cold wind outside the window, Feng Qi felt warm.

When I turned my head, I saw Qiu Ye lying beside her and sleeping soundly. There was a kind of peace and tranquility in my heart, and I hoped that time would stop at this moment and last forever.

Leaning over and kissing his forehead, Qiu Ye was awakened by him, her sleepy eyes gradually widened, and dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"Good morning." Qiu Ye smiled.

Feng Qi smiled softly: "Morning."

Qiu Ye yawned, it was a wonderful experience to wake up and see Feng Qi for the first time.

"Get up, let's go out after breakfast."

"it is good!"

In Lan Xuexing, no matter where you are, you can always see the endless snowfield.

The cliffs in the distance are covered with ice and snow all the year round, and the snow on the treetops shakes off white crystals. There are two fighters fighting on the vast white land, one is pure black, and the other is blue like a jewel. .

Feng Qi is in the black fighter plane, and Qiu Ye is driving the blue fighter plane.After the fortress training, the school approved a few more C-class planes for a legion, and Qiuye took one of them.When the school mechanic asked him what color he wanted to paint, he looked into Fengqi's eyes and said, let's just blue.

The black fighter plane swiped across the snow with a spear in his hand, and he picked up a large piece of snow, which fell down like a light snowfall.

The blue fighter raised his left arm, and the spear struck the arm shield, making a crisp sound, and then he took a step forward with his right foot, and slashed with the long sword in his right hand.

But when the long sword was about to reach the black fighter's waist, his feet slipped and he lost his balance. The huge fighter fell on his back to the ground, shaking the ground.

"Hey, will there be an avalanche?" Qiu Ye muttered, controlling the fighter to get up.

On the small screen on the right is Feng Qi: "Your movements are too fancy, the snow is no better than land, and the friction is not enough. If you do unnecessary movements, it is easy to fall. Once you fall, you will die."

Qiu Ye nodded: "I see, let's do it again."

The two practiced on the snow again, and after a few hours, they were sweating all over.

On the snow field, two fighter planes, one black and one blue, stood with their heads held high, and there were two small black spots under their feet.

One stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and the other ran about, looking very merry.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Qi's eyes followed Qiu Ye from east to west.

Qiu Ye struggled to lift a rolled snowball, and said contemptuously, "Building a snowman, I don't even understand this. Have you ever had a childhood? Hurry up and help me."

The two lifted the small snowball onto another huge snowball and pressed it firmly.

"Head is tilted." Feng Qi said.

"It's okay, it's fun to tilt your head." Qiuye grabbed some snow from the ground and patched it on the snowball.

"No, it's ugly to tilt your head!"

Fengqi's obsessive-compulsive disorder broke out, and he tried to straighten the snowman's head, but Qiuye released a heating pattern when he put the snowball on it, so the joint of the two snowballs melted instantly, and instantly Because of the cold temperature, it solidified into ice, so Fengqi couldn't break it.

But he didn't give up, and as soon as he exerted his strength, he heard a slap, and he broke the little snowball off.

So when Qiu Ye came back after finding some dead leaves, she saw Feng Qi cruelly hugging the broken snowman's head.

Qiu Ye roared: "Feng Qi, you are too much! How dare you murder my snowman!"

Feng Qi tried to press the little snowball onto the snowman's body, but he couldn't put it down, and it always rolled to the ground. "No, I just want to straighten its head." Feng Qi said innocently.

"Sophistry!" Qiuye snatched the snowman's head and pressed it again, "Go away, go away, make trouble!"

Feng Qi, the troublemaker, was driven away and stood helplessly by the side. Qiu Ye began to lay hands, eyes, nose, and mouth on the snowman. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that something was missing.

"Give me your scarf." Qiu Ye stared at Feng Qi's scarf.

Feng Qi protected it with his hand: "You have it yourself, why did you grab my scarf."

Akiba directly tore it down regardless of Sanqi 21: "Your cold resistance coefficient is relatively high, so you are not afraid of cold."

"What the hell is the cold resistance coefficient?"

"Aren't you of the fire attribute? People with the fire attribute are still afraid of the cold?"

"It doesn't matter at all, okay? Have you heard that people with thunder attributes are not afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Qiuye laughed for a long time, but tied the scarf around the snowman's neck: "Look, does it look like you?"

Autumn leaves did not know where to find some withered and yellow grass, covered the snowman's head, it was considered blond hair, the eyes and mouth were folded into sections with branches, and pasted on the small snowball, it looked like a "(￢_￢ )" expression, coupled with Fengqi's scarf...

"Does it look like it? Does it look like it!" Qiu Ye excitedly said.

Feng Qi looked sideways: "Where does it look like?"

"Do you seem to understand?"

Feng Qi snorted coldly, moved his hands and feet and began to snowball.

"What are you doing?" Qiuye asked.

This time it's Feng Qi's turn to be contemptuous: "I'm making a snowman, I don't understand this, do you have a childhood?"

Qiu Ye laughed: "Are you going to be so childish?"

After a while, another snowman was piled up, and the two snowmen stood side by side, the same chubby, the same white and cute.

Feng Qi blinked, and glanced at Qiu Ye maliciously.

Qiu Ye suddenly turned around, held down the scarf, and ran away.

"Stop!" Feng Qi shouted.

"dream!"

No matter how fast you can run in this ice and snow, stepping on it is a deep pit, Feng Qi threw Qiu Ye to the ground, pressed him into the snow pit, and took off his scarf three times and five times.

Qiu Ye took a mouthful of snow: "Ahem, cough, you violent maniac!"

Feng Qi grabbed his hair and bit his face: "You haven't seen my violent appearance yet."

Qiu Ye wiped the saliva off her face: "Damn, I can feel the teeth marks, nymphomaniac!"

Feng Qi tied up the scarf, and made an arc with the branch, sticking it on the snowman's face, a snowman with "(n_n)" expression appeared.

"Does it look like you?"

"Haha, is this also a resemblance?" Qiu Ye rubbed his face, couldn't breathe from laughing, his eyes curved into a beautiful arc, he waved to Feng Qi, "Come on, let me kiss."

Feng Qi hugged him without hesitation, and just about to kiss him, a cloud of icy snow was stuffed into the back of his neck, making him growl in a low voice.

"Hahahaha!" Qiuye laughed arrogantly, slapped off the excess snow in her hand, and ran wildly.

Feng Qi managed to shake off the snow from his clothes, but there was still a lot of it that had turned into ice-cold water, which made his skin crawl. Looking at Qiu Ye dancing and running away, he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you running for? I don't Chase you!"

Qiu Ye yelled from a distance: "I believe you are a ghost!"

"Really! Look, I haven't taken a step!"

Qiu Ye turned her head, still retreating step by step: "If you don't chase me, I won't go there either!"

"What about the agreed upon 17-second distance? Come here, I promise I won't torment you."

"You have the ability... Ah!" Qiu Ye lightened up, was pulled up by something, caught in the air, turned her head to see, it turned out to be Feng Qi's fighter plane.

When did he secretly start the fighter!Akiba burst into tears.

With two bang bang steps, Qiu Ye was caught by the fighter plane and gently put it on the ground, Asuka left the fighter plane and returned to Feng Qi's body.

"Are you still running away?" Feng Qi smiled, holding Qiu Ye's arm with one hand, and rubbing a ball of snow with the other hand.

"Hey..." Qiuye squeezed her collar tightly.

In a second, Fengqi pushed Qiuye to the ground, kicked and kicked between the two, rolled back and forth, a puff of snow scattered and splashed in all directions.

After a while, the snow stopped flying, and the feet stopped kicking, but the two of them were still rolling in the snow, unable to get up.

Feng Qi pressed his hands and feet with his body: "What did you just say?"

"I won't pass if you don't chase me?"

"Front." Feng Qi stroked the hair on his forehead.

"I believe you are a ghost?"

"Go ahead." Feng Qi held his face like holding some precious treasure.

Qiu Ye laughed again: "Let me kiss you."

"Yes, sure." Feng Qi said yes, and lowered his voice, with a nasal sound, which sounded particularly sexy and touching.

Immediately, the fiery lips pressed down, which was the only temperature in this world of ice and snow. The fetters of the lips and teeth, sucking affectionately, the ten fingers intertwined, and held firmly.

On the snow-covered land, a (￢_￢) snowman and a (n_n) snowman are close together, leaning on each other, melting together, and blowing together in the wind.

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It was night again, and everything was silent. Few people moved around in Bingshu City at night, only the whistling and hunting of the cold wind.

Luo Wendao checked the time, put on his clothes quietly, and carefully took out a small knife from under the bed and hid it on his body.His right hand was trembling violently. He rolled up his sleeve and took a look. The white bandage wrapped around his arm reflected a dark red, and the wound burst open again.

But he couldn't control that much, he quietly got out of the bedroom and closed the door inch by inch.

"Ah! It's my turn! You took two sips!"

"You can't drink if you're not full!"

"Speak as if you're full!"

Luo Wendao jumped up in fright, turned around suddenly, and saw two people fighting for a bottle of wine under the dim light in the shop, and there were a lot of gnawed bread on the table, they were the two people who had come to stay.

"How can you stay up in the middle of the night and steal bread!" Luo Wendao roared angrily, his thick black eyebrows twisted and tangled.

The two stopped what they were doing and looked back at him at the same time.

Feng Qi said coolly and tuggingly: "Receive it on the account." Then the two continued to hold the wine bottle and push it back and forth.

Luo Wendao took a deep breath, determined not to talk to them, passed by them, and walked towards the back door of the bakery.

"Huh? Are you wearing night clothes?" Qiu Ye tilted her head and looked at him.

Luo Wendao said viciously, "None of your business!"

"Where are you going in the middle of the night?" Qiu Ye asked again.

"Eat your bread!"

"If your hand is disabled, can you still deliver us meals on time?"

Luo Wendao turned around in astonishment, stared at Qiu Ye and Feng Qi, and touched his right arm subconsciously.

Qiu Ye blinked and swallowed: "I want to eat clam soup tomorrow."

"Mind your own business!" Luo Wendao snorted coldly and wanted to leave again.

"Honestly speaking, it doesn't matter if your hand is disabled or not. If it affects your ability to perform alchemy in the future, the gain will outweigh the loss." Feng Qi said lightly.

Luo Wendao was furious, and roared through gritted teeth: "Great nobles from the imperial capital, do you know what is worth the loss?"

Silence is like the calm before the storm, suffocatingly stuffy.Luo Wendao stared, his pupils were bloodshot.

Suddenly Qiu Ye laughed loudly, and said to Feng Qi: "He said we are big nobles, ha ha ha. Alas, in fact, sometimes I really want to point at who and so and so like Yu Zixun, that country noble Barbara. Oh, and you must also have a cooperative demeanor, raise your chin, and lower your eyes."

Qiu Ye squinted her eyes and raised her chin, Feng Qi couldn't stop laughing at him.

Luo Wendao was annoyed by what he said: "Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right, that's right." Qiu Ye said quickly, "Come here, I'll look at your hands for you, so I won't waste your time."

Luo Wendao hesitated, although he was reluctant to talk to them, but his right hand really hurt badly.This is a wound made by an alchemist. Unlike ordinary wounds, it cannot be easily healed. Even with a bandage, it cannot stop the bleeding.

Seeing that he hadn't come yet, Qiuye picked up a piece of bread and shook the bread with a teasing expression: "Come, come."

Luo Wendao stared again.

"We are not your enemy." Feng Qi said slowly.Although his voice was quiet and emotionless, it had a convincing feel to it.

Luo Wendao moved his body and finally sat down at the table.

After removing the bandage on the arm, a wound with deep bone visible appeared in front of his eyes, the flesh was turned upside down, and black red blood was dripping.

Qiu Ye wanted to make a few jokes at first, but when she saw this hideous and terrifying wound, she frowned.

"Is it serious? Can it be cured?" Feng Qi asked.

Luo Wendao glanced at Qiu Ye suspiciously: "You are a healer? Not like that."

"I'm not." Although Qiuye is not a healer, he has been playing with Su Tongyang for so long, and he has been somewhat fascinated by it, and he has also listened to some healing courses in the alchemist's home, and some basic skills that ordinary people can do Debridement surgery will still be possible.

"How can you heal me if you are not a healer? Are you kidding me?"

Qiu Ye took out a bottle of potion and poured it on his arm without saying hello.

hiss--

There was a sound like burning meat.

"Ah—" Luo Wendao seemed to have been slapped, the pain caused his face to flush instantly, and then immediately turned white, and he said weakly, "You...you..."

"What's your name, sissy!" Qiu Ye grabbed his hand and pressed it on the table.

It was the first time someone said that Luo Wendao was a sissy, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

"This is an intermediate healing potion, and I sell it for tens of thousands." Qiu Ye raised her head and smiled brightly, "It's used by the nobles."

Luo Wendao was speechless, and almost fainted when he heard the one hundred thousand bottle, thinking that these two guys would ask me to pay for it soon.

Because the healing system is too rare, pharmacists have done a lot of research on healing potions, which can slowly heal less serious injuries. The price of such potions is often higher than that of blessing potions.Although the effect and speed are far less than those of a healer, it is a good supplement. After all, not everyone can have a healer.

Qiu Ye seemed to see what Luo Wendao was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you won't be asked to pay, why don't we waive our rent."

Luo Wendao said anxiously: "No! My mother will strangle me to death!"

"So stingy, how can you be more stingy than Boss Jin?" Qiu Ye muttered.

Putting on a clean bandage again, temporarily stopped the black blood, Luo Wendao really felt much more comfortable, the wound did not have that kind of tearing pain, and his arm was warm.

Qiu Ye took out three more bottles of potion: "These two bottles are for you to wash your wounds, once every three days, this bottle is taken orally, 5ml per day, and then it depends on your self-healing ability. But the most important thing is, half a month There can't be any more battles inside, or you'll just wait until your hands are scrapped."

These medicines could only be afforded by his family's bakery and lodging shop for several years without eating or drinking. Luo Wendao held three bottles of medicine tightly, and his views on these two people changed.But when he heard Qiu Ye say that he could not fight for half a month, he immediately ground his teeth: "No! This is not possible!"

Feng Qi took a sip of wine: "What did you go out for last night?"

Luo Wendao bowed his head in silence, his eyebrows knit together.

Feng Qi didn't mean to force him in any way: "If you want to speak, we'll listen. If you don't want to speak, it doesn't matter. We'll heal your arm injury. If you insist on hurting yourself, then we will I won't stop you either."

Luo Wendao twisted his head: "What do you know?"

Qiu Ye chuckled, and said coldly: "Who doesn't have any suffering in life? Are you comparing yourself to others? It's really boring!"

Feng Qi looked deeply at Qiu Ye and shook his hand.

No one spoke for a while, Luo Wendao breathed heavily, like a twitching bellows, hula hula.

With a sudden bang, Luo Wendao threw off his chair and stood in front of them with bloodshot eyes: "Can you do me another favor?"