When Xiaoyu walked into the classroom again, the already quiet classroom became even quieter.
This time, the classmates all looked at her with fear, especially Xiaozhu, who was sitting in her original position. She didn't dare to raise her head at all and could only tremble.
Xiaoyu paused, looked at the circle of empty seats, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
Is the black market so powerful?
Among them are the children of the arms boss. Even the principal passed by frequently yesterday.
"Chen Xiaoyu! What are you doing standing at the door? Don't you know class has already begun?"
The middle-aged female teacher's roar from yesterday brought Xiaoyu back to her thoughts. She stuck out her tongue, hurriedly ran to her new desk, sat down, and started looking for books.
"Also, why didn't your parents come yesterday?" The teacher pushed up her red glasses and looked at Xiaoyu seriously.
"Well, Uncle Long is busy with work at the moment, so he can't come." Xiaoyu replied weakly.
The teacher's eyes darkened, he pushed up his glasses again, and said indifferently: "Is that so? Don't leave after school. Your parents have agreed to come to school. I should discuss with him why the classmates are so afraid of you, but they still let you
Your classmates call you queen? Chen Xiaoyu, you are really good!"
Xiaoyu slapped her face, lowered her head and stopped talking. She didn’t want to——
When Chen Long and Xiaoyu were taught by the teacher in the afternoon, Luo Qing's eyes were already a little bloodshot.
In front of him was a row of highly technological utensils. These utensils were constantly emitting harsh beeping sounds and flashing red lights.
Luo Qing looked excitedly at the changes in the Holy Lord's flesh and blood in a petri dish, and murmured: "This broken stone with the water of life can actually contain so much energy. This research seems to be beyond imagination.
."
While muttering, he gently touched a red button. In the middle vessel, Ximu's origin trembled slightly, and was slowly stretched under the guidance of a special energy.
It spreads to all the containers through pipes, and for a while this row of containers has a foggy feeling.
Luo Qing looked at the door with some discomfort. It was really hard to endure the time when everything was ready but still had to wait.
He couldn't help but crush a piece of scarlet jade communication talisman, and then gently pressed the next button.
Instantly, in this row of transparent containers, the white arm on the far left began to melt like a candle.
This is the king's stump, but in this alchemical transformation, it can only serve as a victim.
Because there are sometimes conflicts in the fusion of flesh and blood, and these conflicts may waste materials, some alchemists have conducted in-depth research on the catastrophe of flesh and blood.
As long as there is blood and flesh of good quality as a buffer, it will effectively reduce the risk of fusion with the rest of the flesh and blood.
And Nora's lost limbs and the blood of the demon dragon happened to be considered waste.
Luo Qing thought for a while, looked at the blood in a container to the left of the melted stump, and pressed a button again.
Bang bang bang.
A large number of electric arcs appeared instantly, constantly decomposing the blood of the demon dragon, turning the blood into mist, and pushing it into the vessel that melted the residual limbs.
Buzz~
The resonance between blood and flesh began, and a huge aura slowly rose, like two kings meeting each other, neither of them convinced of the other.
Didi didi.
The exquisite instrument instantly emitted a piercing alarm sound, and bursts of red light illuminated the walls of the laboratory scarlet, showing the urgency of the instrument.
Luo Qing pressed the third button calmly. Suddenly, the mist in the container gathered slightly, the harsh sound disappeared, and even the newly rising breath disappeared directly, and blood and flesh continued to merge.
It looks very harmonious.
Luo Qing walked to the console next to a row of instruments and sat down. Looking at the densely packed buttons and operating levers in front of him, the excitement in his eyes gradually turned into a neurotic one.
He looked at the vessel from left to right.
Fusion of melted flesh and blood, void, tail, water of life, pig spell, void, A-shaped rune, deformed flesh and blood of the Holy Lord, stony Holy Lord flesh and blood, blood of the Holy Lord, Santa Claus's justice
Qi.
Finally, he looked at a pile of yellow stones and started the operation.
Thin mechanical arms appeared from the top and bottom of the vessel, and began to make more detailed changes to the already slightly shaped stone.
Powerful electric arcs are constantly jumping in this container, dancing with the grasp of the mechanical arm.
At this time, with a bang, the door of the laboratory was forcibly opened.
Daolong walked in expressionlessly. When he saw the situation at the scene, his face looked better.
"Master, how is your magic practice going? Do you need to find materials? When can you start? You don't actually need that much to seal magic. I can add the power of the contract." Luo Qing's eyes lit up and he spat out a series of questions.
Daolong was stunned for a while.
He looked at his extremely excited disciple speechlessly, looked at the instrument carefully, and his eyes flickered.
"What is the raw material of your thing?" Daolong asked, pointing to the transparent vessels.
"The alchemy material, star glass, is a storage material used by goblins in ancient times to store stellar energy. It is both strong and cheap. You only need to constantly decompose and reorganize the most common iron ore to have a chance to obtain fragments." Luo Qing enthusiastically wrote popular science.
, pointing to a square box in the corner.
"Look at that heavy machine over there. It was specially built by me to make glass."
Finally, I finally encountered a problem that my master didn't understand. It was so addictive to be a mentor for a while. Luo Qing's eyes were a little bright for a while.
Daolong looked at his disciple helplessly. Why did he feel that he was extremely excited now? Could it be that he was taking drugs?
"Calm down, of the forty-one magic spells you gave me, I have only learned eighteen. Although I have reached the limit of being a great mage, the time is too short." Daolong spread his hands helplessly.
╮(╯︶╰)╭
After all, this silly apprentice has a tendency to develop into a researcher, and he is very happy to see it happen, but whether it is magic or alchemy, it requires a calm and strong heart.
This product is obviously not up to standard.
Luo Qing had a meal, ten or eighteen? He actually learned so many magics in less than a week, and also raised his own magic level to the upper limit. What kind of magical talent is this?
Obviously, it would take months or even years to research magic in the past. Now, is this a waste of time? Or can the restoration of the world also improve Daolon's talent?
Luo Qing's eyes became more and more excited, and he asked cautiously: "Is there any amplification magic?"
Daolong shook his head silently: "No, I haven't even finished learning the sealing magic. How can I switch to different types of magic so quickly?"
Luo Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Master, you didn't learn. According to my calculations, the thing I want to create does not need any increase at all. It also needs constant suppression. Eighteen seals should be enough."
As he spoke, he pressed it casually, and with a beeping sound, the vessel containing the stone flesh and blood of the Holy Lord trembled twice, and began to fall.
"Master, just use all the sealing magic on this." Luo Qing said excitedly: "Of course, you can also use all the sealing magic you used to know. If you can connect with the seal that already exists on the flesh and blood of the Holy Lord, then
Even better."
Daolong looked at the flesh and blood in the tray silently, and silently began to prepare the materials.
Casting eighteen high-level magics in one go would be exhausting, right? Does this kid know the cost of releasing magic? He also casts the magic he learned before. Does this mean he is treating himself as a tool? p>
Daolong felt a little angry for no reason as he thought about it. He stopped taking out the magic materials, stepped forward and hit Luo Qing on the forehead with his staff.
Daolong (▼ヘ▼#): "Go away, don't be an eyesore here, come in after I finish."
Luo Qing(⊙w⊙`):.What happened?
He covered his head and looked at Daolong in confusion, feeling that it was getting harder and harder to guess what the old proud man was thinking.
Seeing the old arrogant frowning again, he hurriedly ran out. He couldn't start working until the sealing magic was arranged, so he just went out.
Picking up Gan's cell phone, he opened it and looked at it, but there was no information there.
He immediately collapsed on the sofa, looking at the dusk scenery outside the window, and his excitement slowly relaxed.
emmm, by the way, how is Zhu Lin studying? It’s weird to think that we haven’t seen each other for a few days.
——
"Well, it's very good. You are more talented than your senior sister, and one day you will become an excellent epidemic doctor."
The night doctor looked at Zhu Lin, who was pale and trembling, using a machete about one meter long to chop off the limbs of a human being, and gave a word of approval.
The nurse next to her who was being sutured looked at her junior sister with envy. She had too little energy in her body. After all, she was just an ordinary person before. She didn't know how many surgeries she had to observe before she could perform it.
Although it's a bit unconventional for a 1.45-meter loli to hold a one-meter machete, it's even more unconventional to kill someone.
However, this is the only way for epidemic doctors to go.
What Doctor Ye saw was not the picture of blood flying everywhere, nor the painful and fearful face of the patient. What he saw was the energy of the disease that Zhu Lin carried with each knife.
Because these energies require epidemic doctors to experience countless epidemics and accept their transformation before they can be generated.
This is the fundamental reason why epidemic doctors can dismember patients and ensure that the patients do not die, or in other words, it is the foundation of the profession of epidemic doctors.
"Thank you, thank you for the compliment, Master." Zhu Lin said tremblingly, her face barely turning rosy, she raised her hands high and slashed hard.
"Wow ah ah ah"
Under this knife, the patient who had lost all his limbs first burst out in panic and screams (#Д), then his expression gradually became dull despite being tortured by cancer (;), and finally slowly stopped moving X﹏X.<
/p>
Doctor Ye paused and comforted him: "Dear patient, I'm teaching my disciples, please don't make such a big noise just because of something as trivial as an inch or two. Don't worry, I will help you pretend."<
/p>
As soon as he finished speaking, the motionless patient trembled again, tilted his head and fainted completely.
Zhu Lin looked at the cut place on the male patient's lower body, and with some embarrassment picked a piece of flesh and blood to cover it, and then turned her gaze to the patient's head.
At this time, Doctor Ye also took out the scalpel: "Leave the rest of the surgery to me. Your energy has not been converted yet, and you are not qualified to treat the body. The main reason for letting you operate the surgery is to test your compatibility with the scalpel.
”
As he spoke, Dr. Ye's body showed a clear look of pleasure: "Next, what I want to teach you is the incision lines on the body, the diagnosis and identification of diseases, and finally the basic pharmacological knowledge."