Chapter 4479 The spirit of the portable space weapon (21)
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Du Le Le
Chapter 4479 The spirit of the portable space weapon (21)
"My lord, are you alright?"
Even after experiencing such things many times, the servants in the annex of Prince Rong's Mansion still went into chaos when they heard the explosion.
After a while, the servants finally found Prince Rong, who was wrapped tightly in a pile of rubble.
After removing the protective gear from his body, he asked the doctor to check his body and confirmed that Prince Rong had only scratched his skin. All the servants breathed a sigh of relief.
"I said everything will be fine. You people are really making a fuss. Please get down."
"Butler, give them some money to calm down their worries." The middle-aged man sitting on the chair patted the dust on his body and shook his sleeves, "It's okay even if something happens. Everything will be arranged by the butler. Have everything been arranged?"
The butler closed his eyes silently, obviously speechless to have such a master.
The butler said: "Your Majesty, why don't you go clean it first?"
"Your Highness, please rest today. I see that you are also tired, so please rest for two days." The Taoist priest on the side was also a little worried. It was very nourishing to eat and drink in Prince Rong's Mansion, but he was also worried about Rong. The prince really blew himself up one day.
Although Prince Rong told them not to worry, he had already arranged everything and would not blame them when the time comes.
But they were really worried. It would be difficult to find a master as good as Prince Rong again.
If he really wants to have three advantages and two disadvantages, how can he ask them to live?
Song Chun didn't think it was anything. He was in his prime and in good health. He could withstand two more explosions.But the people around him are all worried. If he continues, they may cry.
Forget it, I won't think about alchemy anymore today and take a rest. It would be bad if I scare everyone in the house to death.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the housekeeper quickly called for people to take Song Chun back to the room.
After cleaning up, Song Chun sat in the rocking chair and flipped through a book, with exquisite refreshments placed next to him.And the book he opened was actually his notebook.
When the servants saw that he had calmed down, they all looked happy. It was another day to save the prince. Today, he no longer had to worry about the prince being bombed to death.
At this time, Qian Yan spoke up: "Song Chun, there is a fairy fate in front of you now, do you want to seize it? If you are interested, we can talk in another place. If you agree, you don't have to say anything, just keep it in your heart. Just say silently and agree.”
Song Chun, who was originally summarizing what he had done wrong, was stunned when he heard the sound, looked around, and asked the servants waiting in the distance: "Did you hear any sound?"
"I didn't hear it. Did your lord hear anything wrong?"
Song Chun rubbed his ears and said, "Maybe the explosion just now was too loud, which may have made my ears ring a bit. It's okay. You can continue to be dazed."
Servant: They are so far away, how did the prince find them in a daze?
Song Chun still kept his previous actions, but he tried to ask in his mind: "Who are you?"
"The person who led you to the path of cultivating immortality." Qian Yan was very patient, "Are you interested in changing the place to discuss it in detail?"
Song Chun did not answer, but asked: "Cultivation of immortality? Maybe alchemy?"
"It's natural. After you have a certain level of cultivation, you can not only refine elixirs, but also refine weapons and draw talismans. I have a complete book of elixirs and weapons. You can learn them as long as you practice well."
Song Chun's eyes lit up: "Okay, since I can make elixirs, then I agree to become an immortal. What should I do?"
Qian Yan was silent, so careless?
(End of this chapter)
"My lord, are you alright?"
Even after experiencing such things many times, the servants in the annex of Prince Rong's Mansion still went into chaos when they heard the explosion.
After a while, the servants finally found Prince Rong, who was wrapped tightly in a pile of rubble.
After removing the protective gear from his body, he asked the doctor to check his body and confirmed that Prince Rong had only scratched his skin. All the servants breathed a sigh of relief.
"I said everything will be fine. You people are really making a fuss. Please get down."
"Butler, give them some money to calm down their worries." The middle-aged man sitting on the chair patted the dust on his body and shook his sleeves, "It's okay even if something happens. Everything will be arranged by the butler. Have everything been arranged?"
The butler closed his eyes silently, obviously speechless to have such a master.
The butler said: "Your Majesty, why don't you go clean it first?"
"Your Highness, please rest today. I see that you are also tired, so please rest for two days." The Taoist priest on the side was also a little worried. It was very nourishing to eat and drink in Prince Rong's Mansion, but he was also worried about Rong. The prince really blew himself up one day.
Although Prince Rong told them not to worry, he had already arranged everything and would not blame them when the time comes.
But they were really worried. It would be difficult to find a master as good as Prince Rong again.
If he really wants to have three advantages and two disadvantages, how can he ask them to live?
Song Chun didn't think it was anything. He was in his prime and in good health. He could withstand two more explosions.But the people around him are all worried. If he continues, they may cry.
Forget it, I won't think about alchemy anymore today and take a rest. It would be bad if I scare everyone in the house to death.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the housekeeper quickly called for people to take Song Chun back to the room.
After cleaning up, Song Chun sat in the rocking chair and flipped through a book, with exquisite refreshments placed next to him.And the book he opened was actually his notebook.
When the servants saw that he had calmed down, they all looked happy. It was another day to save the prince. Today, he no longer had to worry about the prince being bombed to death.
At this time, Qian Yan spoke up: "Song Chun, there is a fairy fate in front of you now, do you want to seize it? If you are interested, we can talk in another place. If you agree, you don't have to say anything, just keep it in your heart. Just say silently and agree.”
Song Chun, who was originally summarizing what he had done wrong, was stunned when he heard the sound, looked around, and asked the servants waiting in the distance: "Did you hear any sound?"
"I didn't hear it. Did your lord hear anything wrong?"
Song Chun rubbed his ears and said, "Maybe the explosion just now was too loud, which may have made my ears ring a bit. It's okay. You can continue to be dazed."
Servant: They are so far away, how did the prince find them in a daze?
Song Chun still kept his previous actions, but he tried to ask in his mind: "Who are you?"
"The person who led you to the path of cultivating immortality." Qian Yan was very patient, "Are you interested in changing the place to discuss it in detail?"
Song Chun did not answer, but asked: "Cultivation of immortality? Maybe alchemy?"
"It's natural. After you have a certain level of cultivation, you can not only refine elixirs, but also refine weapons and draw talismans. I have a complete book of elixirs and weapons. You can learn them as long as you practice well."
Song Chun's eyes lit up: "Okay, since I can make elixirs, then I agree to become an immortal. What should I do?"
Qian Yan was silent, so careless?
(End of this chapter)
