Chapter two thousand three hundred eighty sixth waste
Tang Zhen is now the master, controlling the wealth and lives of a group of slaves. The slaves are absolutely not allowed to resist the orders of the slave master.
Therefore, even though he was reluctant to give up, Sun Daquan still followed his request and distributed the elixirs to the captured alliance monks.
But his attitude was very unfriendly, and he still believed that such a precious thing should not be given to prisoners at all.
Bringing a large bucket of water, throwing in an elixir, soaking it in the water and drinking it is already a very kind thing.
In fact, if the elixir belonged to him, then given Sun Daquan's character, he would probably not have even taken out a single elixir.
Looking at the elixir handed to him, the captured alliance monk had a strange expression and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.
They never dreamed that they would enjoy such precious elixir as an enemy.
Two alliance monks were secretly stunned. They roughly estimated that even if they put all their wealth together, they would not be able to exchange for such an elixir.
Such a good thing made them feel dizzy, wondering what kind of enemy they had encountered and what kind of identity they had?
After being controlled, the Alliance monks had actually become slaves, and their lives, including their lives, were all under Tang Zhen's control.
Naturally, you can deal with things that belong to you how you want to, and do things based on your mood.
Under such circumstances, it seems reasonable to reward slaves with some elixirs to heal their injuries and enhance their strength.
Tang Zhen saw what Sun Daquan and others were thinking, but he didn't say much. He had his own plans and trump cards, and there was no need to pay attention to what these slaves thought.
After the elixir was distributed, a group of alliance monks raised their heads and swallowed the elixir under the glare of Sun Daquan and others.
Whether it is good medicine or poison, they must take it now without any hesitation.
Otherwise, Sun Daquan and others, who are full of depression, are likely to take advantage of the situation and punish them severely.
The elixir melts immediately in the mouth, and the injuries on the person who takes the medicine begin to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This magical sight made everyone stunned and thought there was something wrong with their eyes.
The legendary elixir made from the flesh and bones of the living dead is estimated to be just as effective, but will such a thing really appear in the human world?
Moreover, Tang Zhen threw it out casually, like a worthless street stall, which made people even more confused.
"Master, where does this elixir come from, and why is it so powerful?"
Sun Daquan's eyes shone brightly, and he held the remaining pills tightly, as if if he relaxed even a little, the pills would grow wings and fly away.
The old woman and others also stared at the pills in the bottle. They estimated the number of pills left, and then calculated the number of pills they could get.
An expression of joy has quietly crept onto his face, and his eyes are full of anticipation.
After hearing Sun Daquan's question, everyone pricked up their ears. They were also very curious and wanted to find out the specific origin of the elixir.
"I'm not sure. Who knows what it is, but it can definitely heal injuries!"
Tang Zhen shook his head and replied that this kind of thing came in a package. Apart from the text describing it as a healing medicine, there was no other relevant information.
Everyone secretly pouted, assuming that Tang Zhen didn't want to say it, rather than that he didn't know.
How could such a good thing not know its origin? Do you really think we are easy to deceive?
I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it with my mouth, even if I had the courage to do so.
In just a short period of time, the alliance monks who had collapsed on the ground had stood up from the ground.
Although he still looks miserable, the monk's physique is far superior to that of ordinary people. Coupled with the constant repair of elixirs, he can walk and move without any problems.
Upon hearing Tang Zhen's order, they naturally stood up from where they were and started marching towards the center of the city together.
"Master, do you want me to get some vehicles? Is our speed too slow?"
The young man in a suit seized the opportunity to express himself once again.
In the battle just now, he actually killed two alliance monks and also captured a lot of trophies. It was a piece of bad luck.
Killing two monks at once was a feat he had never achieved before. Even he himself could not believe that he could kill the enemy one against two.
Although he was still in a state of excitement, he did not forget to please Tang Zhen. After all, this was the most important thing.
Otherwise, if Tang Zhen is unhappy, he may die and become a corpse in this abandoned city.
The old woman and others sneered secretly. This guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death was so active, which was somewhat beyond their expectations.
But then I thought about it, the purpose of the young man in the suit to please Tang Zhen was to increase his chances of saving his life, which was also a way to save his life.
A country is easy to change, but a character is hard to change. I'm afraid this guy's fear of death cannot be changed.
Don't let this guy get too proud, otherwise once he gains power, how can he live a good life like others?
"I dare to pat my chest and guarantee that as long as you dare to drive in a car, it won't take long before you will be blown to pieces by missiles!"
The monk in the short coat said in a cold voice that with satellites and aircraft monitoring overhead and various long-range weapons surrounding the car, the car was a living target.
Even though they are monks and possess powerful strength that ordinary humans do not have, they are still as fragile as pieces of paper when faced with weapons such as artillery and missiles.
To be able to resist attacks from technological weapons requires extremely high levels of cultivation. It is no exaggeration to say that one is a land god.
For short-haired monks and others, such powerful men only exist in legends.
Perhaps it is just a legend and cannot really exist.
They would never have dreamed that there were dozens of such superpowers above their heads at this moment, observing their every move.
Any monk picked out at random can be fearless of artillery and missile attacks, and with a simple punch, he can destroy the world.
The improvement of a monk's strength is itself a process of constantly becoming stronger, just like rotten wood turning into stubborn iron.
After reaching a certain level, the world that seems to be extremely solid in the eyes of mortals is like paper in the eyes of the truly strong.
Although the process of cultivation is extremely difficult, what is truly rare is the opportunity to practice. How can ordinary people have the opportunity to obtain this method of transcending life?
But these monks who were enslaved by Tang Zhen now have the slightest chance, because the person who enslaved them is not an ordinary person, but a super strong man who does not know his identity.
In the days to come, they may face more powerful enemies, one more powerful than the other.
In order to complete the task more effectively, Tang Zhen will definitely find ways to become stronger, and improving the strength of his slaves is also a way.
When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
Although Sun Daquan and others are now slaves, the benefits and opportunities they have gained cannot be compared to even those free monks in high positions.
The problem is that they don't know this at all. Instead, they feel uneasy and worried that the road ahead will become increasingly difficult.
I don’t know what kind of situation they will face in the next time. Faced with the pursuit of the monk alliance and the monsters in the city, will they be able to escape alive?