I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 110 is over, go to the wrong room!

"Although in that ancient land, those mixed-race forces with a long history do have immeasurable alchemy skills," Anger thought thoughtfully, "but I'm sure that my old friend has a good understanding of alchemy." It should be limited to the operation of alchemy items."

"It's still 'limited to the operation of alchemy items'. To put it bluntly, isn't it like you who can only use it without understanding the principle? You can chop when you get a knife, and you can drink medicine when you get it," the vice-principal sneered. It makes you sound like a professional."

"Actually, in the entire mixed-race world, all the mixed-races except the alchemist know about alchemy, which is normal."

Angers didn't feel ashamed at all. After all, he was not an alchemist, and it was normal for him not to know some obscure and complicated alchemy techniques.

"Although that old friend of yours certainly doesn't know much about alchemy, do you think it's possible that he got this prescription from the alchemists or imperial doctors at the court at that time?" It's in decline now, but it was a formidable colossus for most of the past few thousand years."

"I believe there must be a prescription of this level there, but even there, a prescription of this level is still very precious," Anger shook his head, "You just need to know a little bit about my old friend's situation in the court and If you take a stand, you will understand that it is impossible for him to get such a precious thing."

"Oh yes, I forgot, the people in charge of the imperial court hate your old friend and his colleagues to the bone."

The vice principal nodded.

"Then where did this prescription come from?"

Ange frowned in thought.

"Have you seen Sherlock Holmes?"

The vice principal said suddenly.

"You want to give me your pipe of the same style as Sherlock Holmes?"

Ange's eyes lit up.

"I can give you a copy of my treasured Dragon Tiger Leopard," the vice-principal said proudly with a beer belly, "I have never lost a single copy from the first issue to now."

"I would be more than happy if you would send me the original editions, especially the first few issues, which are very collectible."

"You have a good idea, I left it to my son as a family heirloom!"

"No kidding, do you mean to say, as Sherlock Holmes once said, 'Turn out the impossible, and what remains, however unbelievable, is the truth'?"

Angers raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," the vice-principal nodded, "so you guess what I'm going to say, right?"

Angers and the vice-principal looked at each other and spoke at the same time in tacit understanding.

"The prescription was created by that kid named Lu Mingfei!"

"The prescription fell from the sky!"

Angers and the vice principal looked at each other, and the air was quiet for a few seconds.

"It fell from the sky? Why don't you just say it was given by God?"

The vice-principal stared at Angers.

"God can't control that country, Sanqing and Buddha are more suitable if you have to say it," Anger shrugged, "Besides, don't you think it's better than a teenager who can create an alchemy prescription by himself?" Is it more likely that it will fall from the sky?"

"You really underestimate genius," the vice principal shook his head, "although you are a genius yourself."

"I'm not a genius," Angers shook his head. "The real genius is my old friends. I just...inherited them."

"Inherited what?" the vice-principal asked, "Talent? Strength? Or hatred? Or will?"

"It's the good memories and the unkillable fighting spirit." Angers brushed the blade of the jackknife with his finger. "It can also be said that I only inherited good memories, and then those memories gave birth to my fighting spirit."

The vice-principal was silent for a few seconds, then changed the topic: "You said Schneider would go to find that kid named Chu Zihang?"

"That's right," Ang Rou nodded, "but he should set the location in the United States, after all, his health and position determine that he cannot make international business trips."

"Then let me go for him, I haven't been to China for a long time," the vice-principal whistled loudly, "I just want to see the Great Wall and Shangri-La."

"You? I thought that if you were willing to leave the clock tower and come to my office, it was already the limit of going out," Anger was surprised. "Are you rejuvenated?"

"Do you know what the elders of the secret party call me?"

The vice principal patted the cowboy hat on his hand.

"Mr. Flamel?"

Angers replied.

"I mean another, uh... less euphemistic title."

The vice-principal said.

"Dreadful Flamel."

Angers Road.

"That's right," the vice principal picked up the cowboy hat and blew off the dust that didn't exist on it. "I have a hunch that the boy named Lu Mingfei may be called 'The Scary Lu Mingfei' in the future."

"In fact, he is Chinese, his surname is Lu, and Mingfei is his first name."

Angers corrected.

"You and I both know that the second half of the title is not important." The vice principal put on a cowboy hat and had a beer belly. "The important thing is the first half of the title."

"I'll go back and spend a few days taking precautions for the alchemy matrix in the tower and ice cellar, so as not to cause any accidents while I'm away," the vice-principal got up, "The effect of 'discipline' will remain for a while after I leave, It's not long, but it's enough for me to come back."

"If only I hadn't been smitten by some pretty little girl in China."

……

At Grandma Su Xiaoqiang's house, at night, at the dinner table.

"Mingfei, did you have a good time today?"

Holding the rice bowl, grandma asked Lu Mingfei kindly.

"Happy, happy," Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly, "This is the first time I've ever touched a crab since I was a child!"

"Grandma, why are you asking him?" Su Xiaoqiang deftly removed the crab meat from a red-steamed crab, "He is a strong man caught by me!"

"When you got in the car, you still told me to let me be your servant. How come you were downgraded to a strong man again after only one day?"

Lu Mingfei felt wronged.

"Don't worry, I'll continue lowering it for you tomorrow," Su Xiaoqiang put the removed crab meat on a plate, "I'll try to lower it into a mule for you."

"Then don't I want to sleep in a straw hut?!" Lu Mingfei was terrified, "Be careful, I will sue you for abuse!"

"You're lucky. My house doesn't have a hut, so I can only clean up a guest room for you to live in."

Su Xiaoqiang picked up a chopstick of crab meat and put it in grandma's bowl, and then picked up another chopstick and put it in Lu Mingfei's bowl.

"Although there is no straw shed at home, there is still a kennel left."

Grandma interrupted suddenly.

Lu Mingfei looked terrified.

"I think we can tidy up and let Uncle Li stay with you temporarily tonight."

Grandma's next sentence made Lu Mingfei feel relieved.

"Uncle Li?" Su Xiaoqiang was taken aback, "Did Uncle Li leave?"

"In the afternoon, he said that he wanted to stay here too, but I haven't had much strength in the past two days, so I just cleaned the room you usually live in, and I don't have time to make a second one," said grandma, "So I asked him if he could stay in Rhubarb's house for a night, but he ran away overnight."

"rhubarb?"

Lu Mingfei was curious.

"It's the dog that grandma's family used to raise, but it left later."

Su Xiaoqian explained.

Lu Mingfei thought that Uncle Li had entered some black factory.

"Huh? Wait!" Su Xiaoqiang suddenly found a very serious problem, "Grandma, if you only clean up one guest room, then Lu Mingfei and I...will...have to..."

Su Xiaoqiang blushed, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Lu Mingfei, who was opposite Su Xiaoqiang, stared wide-eyed.

Is it progressing so fast?I'm not ready yet!

"Silly girl, what are you thinking?" Grandma looked at her silly granddaughter with a very strange look, "Of course you will sleep with me for a night tonight, and let Ming Fei live in your usual place." Live in the house, you two will work with me tomorrow to clean up the guest room where Ming Fei will live."

"Oh oh oh! So it's like this! No, no, I mean it really is like this! Hahahaha..."

Su Xiaoqiang waved his hands indiscriminately.

Lu Mingfei at the side let out a breath, his face could not tell whether it was relaxation or regret.

……

Most of the latrines in the countryside are built in the corner of the yard, and it is easy to fly insects in summer. Although there are no insects in winter, it is freezing cold outside the house at night.

Fortunately, it should be considered autumn now, so the weather is not too cold, and there are no bugs. Su Xiaoqiang, who got up at night, came out of the latrine, washed his hands at the faucet in the yard, walked to the door of the house with sleepy eyes, and gently opened the door , went to the bed and fell down.

Rubbing her face on the soft and smooth mattress, Su Xiaoqiang hugged her grandma next to her again, just like when she was a child.

Hey... Does grandma have so many muscles on her body?And grandma's breathing has always been very shallow, why is it so powerful now...

Su Xiaoqiang's body froze suddenly, and he raised his neck little by little. With the hazy moonlight coming in from the window, what caught his eyes was a woman with closed eyes, slender eyelashes curled up, skin as fair as jade, and flawless facial features. a face.

Damn it!Wrong room!

Help... something happened... it's over...

Su Xiaoqiang groaned in his heart.

(End of this chapter)