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Song Shuhang was physically and mentally comfortable after a bad fight. Humming a song, he went to Li Yangde's dormitory.

“How much exercise? Are you kidding me? ”

“Bastard, demon. This guy definitely hit me on purpose, definitely!” The chicken crown cried in tears, and two minutes ago he thought he was a fool, turns out he was the real fool.

The other side is looking for a way to abuse them!

“Sam, let's write this down. Next time we find a few more brothers, five can't beat him, ten can't beat him, 20 or 50! I don't believe he's Superman.” Blonde hair on the side is bad and ruthless.

“Yes, it must be his turn.” Chicken crown bad bite the teeth canal.

Their decision really matched Song Shuhang's intentions.

Bad guys talking room, not far away there is a short haired girl approaching here with her hat.

This is a beautiful young girl with a beautiful face even without makeup. And she's still a precious three attributes, ruthless and she looks amazing.

If it's normal, the chicken crown, they must surround the girl, knock her around, and make fun of her. Then take it to a small hotel nearby and do something shy.

But today they're on the ground, and they can't do anything.

Short-haired girls approached the area with dark eyes staring at poor street playing on the ground. Half an hour later, she muttered: "Someone robbed the strange? ”

What, steal weird? What do you mean, this girl's not playing games?

The chicken crown looked confused, and then he felt acid on his back.

The short-haired girl actually stepped on them, when they were trash and walked away.

“Damn, * *, stinks * *. Dogs, men and women, must die!” Chicken crown is bad and my back hurts and my mouth curses constantly. He's not M. He's definitely not excited to be stepped on.

But he had bad blonde hair around him and looked at him with envy: "I'm so jealous, I wish I was the one who was trampled. ”

M is around.

Song Shuhang bought three small cage bags on the way and brought three more slices of soy milk to Li Yangde's rental house. Knocked hard on the door.

Half a mile later, Tubo's eyes were covered in blood, and he smelled like alcohol, and he came hard to open the door.

“Yo, it's Book Sailing.” When he opened the door, he stared at Song Shuhang and stared at him from head to toe - damn, the kid looked refreshed and refreshed, and didn't look drunk at all.

When did this kid get so high? In the past, I remember that Shuhang only had a certain amount of alcohol. He could drink four of them alone and add three more Song Shuhang.

But last night, Song Shuhang put himself and Li Yangde on the ground with someone almost drunk. What the hell?

Wasn't he drinking yesterday, but drinking water?

“Just woke up looking like you? You've both missed two classes in the morning.” Song Shuhang smiled, carrying a small cage bag and soy milk: “I brought you some breakfast. Want some? ”

Tubor grabbed the breakfast from the book sailor and said, "You still have a little conscience. ”

Li Yangde grabbed his head out of the room: “I smell the scent. It's just in time. I'm starving! ”

“Where's Gao?” The Book Sail asked.

“Still lying dead, this guy was annoyed, screaming all night long last night. What ‘chastity’ ah ‘budding clothes I'm sorry for you' ah, and 'no, no' and so on.” Li Yangde laughed.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin: “Looks like this is a good handle. If you run out of money in the future, you can use this to force someone to buy dinner. ”

“Well, think about it. It should last about two or three times, too much fear of this guy falling through a broken jar.” Tuba appended.

“Suggestion, I think there is a ‘ten incense fish head' in the southern part of the University City that tastes super positive, and I think of it with a mouthful of saliva.” Li Yangde nodded.

“Do you three... want to die 10,000 times?” Gao came out with a shady face and rubbed his temple hard. He felt the greatest misfortune of his life was the same dormitory as the three guys in front of him.

They're all assholes.

After a short break in Li Yangde's rental room, Song Shuhang approached Li Yangde and asked: “Yangde, can you help me find out, how can you buy these flavors of medicine in the Chinese pharmacy in Jiangnan region? ”

Song Shuhang touched out the note given to him by the pharmacist, and it registered four rare tastes of Chinese medicine.

“Are you sick?” Yang De took the note and asked.

“I'm in great shape, and this is a ‘friend' I know who needs these flavors of TCD. But he wasn't sure where the Gangnam area was for sale, so he was asked to help him find out. And then I thought about you, about computer technology in the dorm, or you're the strongest.” Song Shuhang smashed his ass.

“It's convenient to find out, now that almost all Chinese pharmacies nationwide are part of a general system of Chinese medicine, I just need to type in a few drugs to find out which pharmacies are available. In addition, send a few posts and messages to relevant forums and groups. Those pharmacies that are not part of the General System of Traditional Chinese Medicine can also be found if they are sold. We'll get the news by tomorrow.” Li Yangde affirmed.

“Then please!” Go ahead, book sailing may be profitable: “If you help me find out, after the games, Ten Spicy Fishheads don't have to be tall to buy some scum, I'll buy it! ”

“That's a deal.” Li Yangde licked his lips and sipped.

“Deal.” Song Shuhang laughed.

Turn around and he shakes his fist.

With Li Yangde's help, we can find out where these four flavors of medicines are sold in Jiangnan, so that we can narrow the scope to the limit. If the "behind-the-scenes master" really bought these four flavors of medicine, Song Shuhang found him with a shunt touchgourd.

10 o'clock.

Song Shuhang left Li Yangde to rent a room and go to the pharmacist's residence.

After eating, the roommates are ready to continue resting for a while and slowly drink.

Song Shuhang went to the pharmacist to help before it was too early.

The pharmacist gave him a lot of help, and the only thing he can reward now is working with the pharmacist to perfect the 'simplified quenching fluid' formula.

The pharmacist deliberately purchased a brand type induction cooker and hot pot from his dorm for convenience in book-sharing refineries.

The steps and formula for making the quenching fluid have not changed, but today the pharmacist asked Song Shuhang to replace the 'water’ with his configured 'medicine soup’.

This medicine soup is made with only five common Chinese herbs.

This is the first step for pharmacists to move Song Shuhang's alchemy method from an 'induction cooker and hot pot' set to an alchemy cooker.

Though Song Shuhang's methods are good, can't every pharmacist in the Brotherhood learn to refine quenching fluids with induction cookers and hot pots?

Every pharmacist in the Brotherhood is equipped with a hot pot and induction cooker, and when you think about it, you feel heartache.

So, improvement is necessary!

And the pharmacist calculates the volume, and this‘ soup 'reduces the production time of the quenching fluid.

Three hours later, 1: 07 p.m.

As the pharmacist predicted, the refining time was indeed much shorter.

“Success." Song Shuhang took a deep breath and pinched his nose. The next moment, the hot pot lid was struck by the liquid, and the thick black fog and stench spread.

“Ha ha, don't pinch your nose and look at the old man's methods.” The pharmacist laughed and saw him throwing a beaded figure, his hands choking the seal: “Shut up! ”

Suddenly, a suction burst out of the bead, absorbing all the dark fog in the house and sealing it in.

Song Shuhang looked at both eyes bright and wanted to be able to use the spell immediately.

“Here you go." The pharmacist threw the beaded thing at the Book Sail: “Be careful not to let it fall on the floor, just hit it hard and it will explode, releasing all the stench and fog inside. ”

Song Shuhang hastily caught the bead with seven hands and eight feet: “Senior, why not this pit! ”

After catching it, Song Shuhang discovered that the bead seemed to be the outer shell of the medicine.

“It's a nuclear pearl shell. It's useless. It's been thrown away all day. Today, I'm smart enough to fit the stench and smoke of your refined quenching fluid with this thing.” The pharmacist is proud of Yangtze: “And, as I said before, the stench that you end up producing from your quenching fluid is a nightmare for a monk who opened his nose and a second-point master who can't control his sense of smell at will. If one day you meet an enemy of the 2nd Pin Real Division, this thing can have an unexpected effect, and with good words, it can probably play a role in deciding the battle. ”

This thing is just in time!