What Xun'er, Pure White, and Hei Yu took was a lavender pill.
After taking it, they did not experience any pain reaction and their expressions remained as normal.
The cheap dragon was lying on the ground, feeling unbalanced. He couldn't help but muttered: "Why didn't you give me some lavender pills?"
Ling Luo lowered his head, a mischievous and cold light flashed across his eyes, and sneered: "What do you think?"
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Shilong shrank his neck and stopped talking.
After about a cup of tea, Ling Luo opened Xun'er's eyelids, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully checked her skin. After making sure that she was fine, Ling Luo asked Pure White and Black Feather to send her back.
Arrived inside the room.
"Yu, come with me to Zhiren Pavilion."
Xuanyuan Yu looked at the sky outside the window and said in surprise: "It's already midnight? Are you sure?"
"I need to make a large batch of medicine to prevent poisonous insects, enough for the entire Yingyang City. It will definitely not be possible with my own strength." Ling Luo said with a solemn look in his eyes, "Only if
Mr. Shu from Zhiren Pavilion has a large number of professional dispensing teams under his command, so this matter must be done by him."
Seeing Ling Luo's persistence, Xuanyuan Yu could only say, "Okay."
As a result, the two of them stayed up all night and rushed to Zhiren Pavilion, the first auction pavilion in the Yingyang Imperial Capital, where they woke up Shu Jun and Shu San Ye's uncle and nephew.
"Third Master, there are three prescriptions here, each with a production of three million pills." Ling Luo handed over the pharmacy he had just developed.
As the only alchemist in the country, Mr. Shu Sanye has had no less than a hundred disciples over the past decades, and the furnaces and equipment for refining medicinal materials are very process-oriented.
Most of the medicinal materials in Xijiu came from the hands of Mr. Shu.
"Three million for each item? Doesn't it add up to nine million?" Mr. Shu was extremely shocked by this amount, "How long does it take Miss Ling San to refine it?"
Ling Luo stretched out two fingers, looked extremely serious, and said: "Two days."
"Two days?!" Mr. Shu's voice changed tone and his face turned extremely pale, "How is that possible?"
"Ordinary fire in the world cannot be used, but extreme fire can." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and a look of determination flashed across her beautiful eyes.
"But..." Mr. Shu frowned deeply, "Where are you going to find such precious heaven and earth fire?"
"No need to look for it, I have it right here."
Ling Luo leaned down, picked up Jianlong who was following him from the ground, handed it to Mr. Shu, and said: "Squeeze it as you like, use it as you like."
"This..." The wrinkles on Mr. Shu's forehead became deeper and deeper. His eyes fell on Jianlong with suspicion and he said, "What use can such a fat black cat do?"
"Hoooooo——"
The corners of Jianlong's eyes twitched fiercely, and he roared angrily at Mr. Shu.
While roaring, his saliva splashed everywhere, and a black flame of extreme fire erupted.
"Ah——" Mr. Shu was startled and jumped back in a hurry, and most of his beard was burnt.
"Hmph, how dare you belittle me, tremble, you stupid mortal!" The dragon's furry black cat's tail was raised proudly, and it was dancing wildly.
Ling Luo had a calm smile on her face and slapped Jian Long on the head.