Chapter 373

If you want to be an alchemist, you need to be strict with yourself. No matter how hard you work, you can't enter the door of alchemy if you lack talent. In alchemy, talent is more important than everything. What kind of world an alchemist can reach depends on his innate talent, which has nothing to do with diligence.

Monsoon smoke did not expect that sisnon in front of him would be one of the alchemists. You should know that alchemists are more scarce than pharmacists, and most of the alchemists' refining is contrary to the laws of nature, most of their bodies are weaker than ordinary people, and their life expectancy will continue to shorten with their Alchemy realm.

It can be said that the Alchemist is a professional next to the exterminator, but like the exterminator, he bears a rough fate.

Maybe the reaction between the monsoon smoke and Junze was too obvious, and sisnon bowed his head in embarrassment and his ears were red.

"Great! Young Nong, I don't see that you have such ability. " Junze smiled and patted sisnon on the shoulder. The rare pharmacist compared with the alchemist, there was nothing strange at once.

At the beginning, Junze received the notice from the pharmacist's branch. He thought he was very powerful.

As a result

I have met two people in my kung fu for a while, one of whom is older than the other.

Sisnon was even more embarrassed by Junze's words, and he shook his head humbly.

Monsoon smoke has never been in contact with alchemists before. It's just heard from Linghe. It's said that alchemists are eccentric and difficult to get along with because of their talent.

But

Looking at sisnon, who was red in his ears, he suddenly felt that the rumors were untrustworthy.

In the night, the three people sat around the fire. Junze fed sisnon several times, but the situation of sisnon didn't improve. Junze was depressed and took out a bunch of small medicine bottles to put them in sisnon's mouth. When he saw sisnon's face was white, fortunately, the monsoon smoke stopped him when it was right, and he didn't have the strength to put the medicine out, so Junze's idea of filling the medicine was dispelled Head.

When Junze fell asleep, he experienced the previous fright. Sisnon was unable to sleep. His stomach was stimulated by some inexplicable drugs, and he retched. The monsoon smoke sitting beside the fire swept his eyes. Then he looked at Junze, who was sleeping soundly. He stood up and walked to sisnon.

Sisnon looked at the monsoon smoke coming and asked.

Monsoon smoke took out a bottle of pills from his arms and handed them to sisnon.

"I let you eat. Dare you?" The monsoon smoke laughs badly.

Sisnon opened the bottle cap, smelled a fragrance, poured it into his hand, and saw a few black balls the size of a finger cap rolling down the palm.

Sisnon's eyes flashed, and soon he raised his hand and put the unknown object in his mouth.

Fortunately, the monsoon smoke quickly grasped his wrist.

"One at a time, once a day." The monsoon smoke was amused by sisnon's uprightness. This elixir will surely make up for the excessive nosebleed.

Sisnon nodded and swallowed one.

The monsoon smoke retreated and sat down. Looking at sisnon, he said with a smile, "you are not afraid of me."

Sisnon blushed. "You are my Savior. You saved my life."

The monsoon smoke chuckled, and no longer said anything more. The tree trunk leaning on one side slept in the past.