Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters morning cow treatment
Chapter 854: Morning glory cures diseases
A loud shout moved all directions. Xu Qing, who was anxious, had only one simple thought in his mind. He hoped that the shout could reach his father's ears. If he could still hear it, he would definitely react.
But things did not go as smoothly as expected. The guards who came to their senses pointed their guns at Xu Qing and the drug-addicted expert. As long as he dared to open his mouth and scream again, there was no guarantee that someone would not pull the trigger.
Xu Qing held up the key to the imperial mausoleum and the crescent-shaped copper piece in his hand, and did not act rashly. This was not because he was afraid of the group of tense Tatar guards in front of him, but because he was concerned about the safety of the drug experts behind him. If there was a row of
He couldn't save this person with special powers who could only heal diseases if he was shot randomly. It would be equivalent to indirectly killing his father, who he still didn't recognize.
Kaka, at least dozens of automatic rifles opened their safety guards in unison, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. Xu Qing could only shake the key to the imperial mausoleum in his hand, so that these guys could see clearly.
An armored Mongolian standing at the entrance of the temple took two steps forward in vain. The only two eyes exposed on the all-steel helmet flashed two points of light, staring at the two objects on Xu Qing's fingertips.
"The key to the imperial mausoleum, Loulan Cang Yue" a dull voice came from the helmet of the armored Mongolian. If you are careful, you can notice that there are two Haidong green feathers on the top of his helmet, while the tops of other armored men's helmets are bare.
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The Mongolian with the feathers on his helmet sheathed his scimitar with his backhand, and rushed over with a single stride. He was like a heavy tank. The guards who passed by had no time to dodge were knocked away, and they struggled to get up.
I could only admit that I was unlucky, rubbed my bruises and swollen and hid aside.
The Mongolian soldier rushed directly in front of Xu Qing, stretched out his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Show me the things." It was precisely because Xu Qing showed his hands just now that the soldier was a little afraid, otherwise he would have snatched the things away.
Came here
Xu Qing glanced at the soldier, and his expression changed slightly. What he saw through the helmet was a rough face with horizontal scars. People often describe a man's face as sharp and angular, showing his masculinity, but only
Only after seeing this man's face will you realize that this word can also mean another layer of meaning. A man's face has knife wounds, ax wounds, animal scratches, and even a thumb-sized gouge on his left cheek.
There are no less than ten holes in his body that have been stitched by needles. If his tanned skin hadn't covered up some of the scars, it would have been even more horrifying.
Hidden under the helmet is a man's face that can stop a child from crying at night. If it were an ordinary person with so many scars on his face, he would have gone to the country of sticks to have it repaired from top to bottom. The scars are indeed the badge of manhood.
But it would be too scary to wear it all on your face
When Xu Qing saw such a face clearly, he naturally felt a little wary. He lowered the object in his hand so that the other party could see it more clearly, but it was impossible for him to put the object directly in the hand of the scar-faced man.
superior
"The things are real, and it is also true that I can treat King Khan. Let me bring people in to treat him. It doesn't matter how long I show you the things." Xu Qing had guessed it when he saw the scar-faced man running rampant just now.
Some, this man should not be an ordinary guard, otherwise the guards who were knocked away would not be willing to suffer a loss
The scar-faced man stared at the object in Xu Qing's hand for about a minute. In vain, he raised his eyes and looked directly into his eyes. He said solemnly: "Give me a reason why you want to treat King Khan?"
Looking at each other, Xu Qing seemed to see something very pure in the eager and determined eyes of the scar-faced man. He shook the object in his hand, hesitated and said: "Can I trust you? Tell me your truth."
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"Alsileng, you have no choice but to believe me now." The scarred man's voice was low and hoarse, but it seemed to have an irresistible magic power.
Xu Qing gritted his teeth and nodded, turned his mouth to the scarred man's ear, whispered a few words in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and then stretched out the object in his hand very bachelorly.
The current situation no longer allowed for more consideration, so Xu Qing decided to take a gamble on the eyes of the scarred man. People with such eyes should not be people with too many tricks, and this man is very stoic.
Not only pain, he should have faced death many times. Such a man does not seem to be Yin.
Alsileng means lion in Mongolian. He did not reach out to catch what Xu Qing handed him. He just glanced at him lightly, turned around and said, "Follow me." After saying that, he walked away without a trace.
Don't give anyone any chance to talk to you
Xu Qing pulled up the drug-addicted expert who was still dazed, and followed closely behind the scar-faced man towards the palace gate. The gun-wielding guard on the side did not come forward to stop him, but watched eagerly as the two walked to the palace gate.
"Open the door." Alsileng waved to the soldiers at the door, in a completely commanding tone. The two soldiers immediately stepped forward and opened the door. A spicy and strong herbal smell rushed towards them, making Xu Qing frown.
, the drug abuse expert next to him sneezed twice loudly.
The moment Xu Qing opened the door, he finally saw the scene inside. Two shamans dressed in fancy clothes were setting up a stove in the hall and cooking some herbal medicine in a dark double-eared pot. White steam rose from the pot.
, that spicy and pungent smell wafted out from the pot.
Alslen strode into the hall, his palm never leaving the handle of the knife, as if he was ready to draw the knife and fight with anyone at any time. It was obvious that he did not completely trust the two people behind him.
Xu Qing frowned. As he walked into the hall, his eyes had already passed through the wall to the room on the other side. He saw his father lying on a large mahogany bed with his eyes closed. There was a shocking pool of blood on the robe on his chest.
He had already fainted. Next to him, there was an old shaman with a bare upper body and a feather headdress standing beside the bed, dancing and murmuring some words. He could clearly see that his father's chest was still wet.
I was rising and falling slightly, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
The man is still alive, but he is vomiting blood and comatose due to illness. Since the drug-addict expert is here, he should be able to cure his chronic disease. Xu Qing and the drug-addict expert walked to the door of the room. In vain, he remembered something and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull it away.
Alsleng helmet front
Alslen turned around, pulled out half of the scimitar from his waist, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" If he had felt any murderous intention behind his back just now, he would have slashed it with a knife.
Xu Qing glanced at the drug abuse expert beside him and said with a serious face: "Alsileng, please ask someone to lead the live cattle over immediately."