In just a few words, the blood that was still flowing violently on Count Me's arm stopped flowing under the black powder in an instant. The blood quickly solidified near the wound, forming a blood clip.
At this moment, all the Persians living in Manliu Village were stunned, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
There is such a miraculous drug in this world.
God, is this true or false?
Are they dazzled?
They need drugs with such effects now.
Earl Mo couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the condensed wound, with a divine look on his face, as if he was seeing a rare treasure.
Not to mention the Persians, even Beiming Changfeng's guards were stunned at this time.
Why didn't they know that their prince had such a magical medicine?
"Ahem." Seeing this, Ziyu coughed and glanced at the guards who were looking around.
Beiming Changfeng's guards immediately came to their senses, and with understanding, they reset their expressions one by one, pretending to be aloof and arrogant.
"%...#＠￥×&×" After the shock, Earl Mo became excited, grabbed Ziyu's hand with his backhand, and uttered a long string of words in a loud voice.
"Sister-in-law, he said they want to buy this medicine." There were too many words, and the main meaning of the translation was this. Xiangli looked at Ziyu.
Ziyu said with a smile on his face: "Tell them, just because they brought us the matchlock gun, we can allow us to sell some of these magical medicines to them, but because it is not easy to make, the quantity is not large."
It is the truth that rare things can be lived in.
It would be boring if Chinese cabbage is rotten on the street.
Chirping, chirping, chirping, Count Me was crackling.
Ziyu didn't understand his language, but saw his constant nodding.
"He said we can have as many as we can, and the price can be easily discussed."
Hearing this, Ziyu pretended to be a little troubled and turned around to look at Beiming Changfeng. Seeing this, Earl Namo immediately started chirping at Beiming Changfeng, saying repeatedly that he would like to discuss it, which was the same attitude as when he was forced to agree just now.
The attitude towards selling firearms is completely different.
Even though he tried his best to hide it, Beiming Changfeng still saw that he urgently needed this medicine, very, very urgently.
Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng secretly raised his eyebrows, pondered for a while and nodded slowly and pretendingly towards Ziyu.
Seeing this, Count Namo immediately looked at Ziyu with hope.
Ziyu let out a long sigh and said to Earl Mo with a risk-taking expression: "Since we are already friends and the Crown Prince has promised you, we must work day and night. It will take half a month to prepare. Do you think you have that?"
Time to wait?”
Once this has been translated, do you need to say it? There must be time.
"They said they would transport the firearms first, and the time would be just right." Xiangli looked at Ziyu with shock on his face. Isn't this the door-to-door delivery Ziyu mentioned just now? This...
Hearing this, Ziyu secretly gave Beiming Changfeng a wink, then stretched out his hand and said to Earl Mo: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Earl Mo immediately stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ziyu.
Happy to work with.
From this point on, this can be considered a truly happy collaboration.
After seeing off Earl Mo and others who had set out anxiously to retrieve the batch of firearms, Beiming Changfeng dragged Ziyu directly back to Banyuexuan, and then looked at Ziyu with his arms folded: "Explain."
Why did Ziyu know that this group of Persian businessmen needed such medicine?
Where did this drug that immediately clots blood come from?
What did she know? In just a few words, the blood that was flowing very violently on Earl Mo's arm stopped flowing under the black powder in an instant. The blood quickly solidified near the wound, forming a
Blood clip.
At this moment, all the Persians living in Manliu Village were stunned, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
There is such a miraculous drug in this world.
God, is this true or false?
Are they dazzled?
They need drugs with such effects now.
Earl Mo couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the condensed wound, with a divine look on his face, as if he was seeing a rare treasure.
Not to mention the Persians, even Beiming Changfeng's guards were stunned at this time.
Why didn't they know that their prince had such a magical medicine?
"Ahem." Seeing this, Ziyu coughed and glanced at the guards who were looking around.
Beiming Changfeng's guards immediately came to their senses, and with understanding, they reset their expressions one by one, pretending to be aloof and arrogant.
"%...#＠￥×&×" After the shock, Earl Mo became excited, grabbed Ziyu's hand with his backhand, and uttered a long string of words in a loud voice.
"Sister-in-law, he said they want to buy this medicine." There were too many words, and the main meaning of the translation was this. Xiangli looked at Ziyu.
Ziyu said with a smile on his face: "Tell them, just because they brought us the matchlock gun, we can allow us to sell some of these magical medicines to them, but because it is not easy to make, the quantity is not large."
It is the truth that rare things can be lived in.
It would be boring if Chinese cabbage is rotten on the street.
Chirping, chirping, chirping, Count Me was crackling.
Ziyu didn't understand his language, but saw his constant nodding.
"He said we can have as many as we can, and the price can be easily discussed."
Hearing this, Ziyu pretended to be a little troubled and turned around to look at Beiming Changfeng. Seeing this, Earl Namo immediately started chirping at Beiming Changfeng, saying repeatedly that he would like to discuss it, which was the same attitude as when he was forced to agree just now.
The attitude towards selling firearms is completely different.
Even though he tried his best to hide it, Beiming Changfeng still saw that he urgently needed this medicine, very, very urgently.
Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng secretly raised his eyebrows, pondered for a while and nodded slowly and pretendingly towards Ziyu.
Seeing this, Count Namo immediately looked at Ziyu with hope.
Ziyu let out a long sigh and said to Earl Mo with a risk-taking expression: "Since we are already friends and the Crown Prince has promised you, we must work day and night. It will take half a month to prepare. Do you think you have that?"
Time to wait?”
Once this has been translated, do you need to say it? There must be time.
"They said they would transport the firearms first, and the time would be just right." Xiangli looked at Ziyu with shock on his face. Isn't this the door-to-door delivery Ziyu mentioned just now? This...
Hearing this, Ziyu secretly gave Beiming Changfeng a wink, then stretched out his hand and said to Earl Mo: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Earl Mo immediately stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ziyu.
Happy to work with.
From this point on, this can be considered a truly happy collaboration.
After seeing off Earl Mo and others who had set out anxiously to retrieve the batch of firearms, Beiming Changfeng dragged Ziyu directly back to Banyuexuan, and then looked at Ziyu with his arms folded: "Explain."
Why did Ziyu know that this group of Persian businessmen needed such medicine?
Where did this drug that immediately clots blood come from?