"Mr. Ming, do you know how to play Go?"

"No, but there's a blind man at home who does."

"You mean Mr. Bei?"

"Yeah."

"The wine's gone." Sun Ying shook his wine pot.

"Sigh, didn't go into the city." A Ming shook his head. "It should have been there."

Going into the city and getting some fine wine from the Sixth Prince's mansion would be an easy task.

It's just that after the Master and the Prince of Jingnan entered the city and the palace, they left the city and returned to the camp.

The imperial court issued a lot of meat and wine, but that kind of wine was not what A Ming and Sun Ying liked to drink.

"What, are you still playing?"

Si Niang walked over.

"Mr. Feng." Sun Ying, sitting in his wheelchair, immediately bowed his head. He knew that this Mr. Feng was not just a "subordinate," but also the lady of the Marquis's residence.

"There's nothing else to do anyway." A Ming said helplessly.

Si Niang took out a fan and handed it to Sun Ying.

Sun Ying took the fan.

It was already late autumn, the weather was getting cold, and she was giving him a fan…

But Sun Ying still thanked her gratefully and held the fan in his hand.

Wheelchair, fan...

Well,

There was a certain air about it.

"Where's the Master?" A Ming asked.

"He ate too much and is trying to digest."

A Ming was stunned for a moment, and could only say:

"Alright then."

"Where are San'er and A Li?" Si Niang asked.

They could be seen during the day, but not at night. It had been like this for the past few days.

"They're making medicine."

"Making trouble?"

"Medicine." A Ming shook his empty wine pouch. "Si Niang, is there any way you can find me some wine?"

"Out of blood?"

"Sun Ying doesn't drink blood."

"........" Sun Ying.

"At this time, it's better not to enter the city. Heaven knows what trouble it might cause. Those who know will think you're going to the city to beg for wine, those who don't will think you're running into the city to deliver a message."

"Alright, alright, alright."

A Ming switched to another wine pouch, opened it, and the smell of blood wafted out.

Sun Ying's throat moved when he smelled the scent, and his mouth opened.

A Ming and Si Niang looked at him.

Sun Ying forced himself to swallow it back down.

Si Niang turned around and left.

A Ming shook his head.

Said;

"You could have spat it out, you know."

"I was afraid of being impolite, sorry."

"Swallowing it is actually more disgusting."

"........" Sun Ying.

"You should rest. I'm going to find someone else to drink with. This wine is actually quite good. You don't see the sun all year round, and your body is weak. Look at your palms clenching and unclenching, but they're still pale. You're anemic."

"Does… anemia require drinking this to replenish it?"

"Not really. Next time you drink, just suck on an iron nail to tide you over."

A Ming got up, took his wine pouch, left the place, walked to a carriage, and got in.

Inside the carriage was a cage, and outside the cage was a box.

This box was made of wood on the outside and iron on the inside, very sturdy, made by Xue San.

At the same time, some runes were carved on it and colored.

In Xue San's words, "This is the Saint Cloth Box I specially prepared for you!"

It really did look like one.

In the cage, Kasier chuckled twice, took the wine pouch from A Ming, but didn't drink it.

A Ming took out two goblets from a box on the side of the carriage and handed them over.

The blood was poured into the specific containers.

The two of them each took a cup,

Touched them lightly,

And slowly savored it together.

"Is this the heart of the Great Yan Empire?" Kasier asked.

"Yes."

"Do you know how they describe this Eastern Empire in the West?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

"In their eyes, this empire is very terrifying."

"Alright, you can shut up now. Don't disturb my blood-wine."

"You really should go to the West sometime, it won't disappoint you."

"I will. Our Master has always had that idea."

"When the time comes, I will introduce you to some old friends."

"Then, what do I need to prepare?"

Kasier pointed to the exquisite box outside the iron cage.

Said;

"You need to prepare a few more boxes like this."

…

Because the Marquis of Pingxi returned to the camp with the Prince of Jingnan, the two men's Pixiu were penned together.

During wartime it was fine, the Pixiu weren’t picky, but on ordinary days their feed was certainly different from that of other warhorses.

Xue San sat on Fan Li's shoulders and walked to the enclosure.

The soldiers on the periphery saw that it was them, so they naturally didn't stop them.

When they arrived,

Xue San jumped off Fan Li's shoulders, rubbed his butt, and complained, "It's bumpy and uncomfortable. Why does that sword-maid like sitting there?"

Fan Li reached out and patted his shoulder.

Said;

"No cushion on it, see."

"Oh, no wonder. Didn't bring it?"

Fan Li reached into his pocket and took one out.

Said:

"Got it with me, see."

"........" Xue San.

Fan Li's gaze fell on the two Pixiu behind the fence.

The Prince of Jingnan's Pixiu was still lying there, it had only opened its eyes once before, and after seeing the visitors, it closed them again.

Zheng Fan's Pixiu saw acquaintances and immediately got up and walked over, looking very affectionate and flattering.

It was frightened, and it had developed a psychological shadow.

Back then, when the Demon Lords had nothing to do, they would run over to him and draw some blood from him to play with.

Xue San took out a bag from his pocket and took out an adult-sized black ball from the bag. The ball emitted a strong fragrance.

Fan Li ate something wrong and became constipated.

He was in great pain.

Fortunately, although he was also a Demon Lord, he didn't have the self-awareness of a Demon Lord and didn't think there was anything shameful about being constipated.

So,

He found Xue San.

Xue San initially concocted a few laxatives, but Fan Li didn't respond to them.

Because his physical fitness was too good and his drug resistance was too strong.

In fact, among the Demon Lords, there were five with extremely strong resistance to toxins.

Mo Wan was a soul body, so it was difficult to poison him. Liang Cheng was a zombie, A Ming was a vampire, Fan Li had barbarian blood in him, and Xue San himself was soaked in a pot of poison.

This physique can largely prevent others from poisoning you on weekdays, but when you need treatment, it is very uncomfortable.

So,

Xue San made a super-large pill!

But he didn't dare to give it to Fan Li directly, because if he really hurt Fan Li, how would they see each other in the future?

What if they couldn't see each other in the future? Wouldn't that be even worse!

So,

He could only find a guy with the same thick skin and big size as Fan Li to do an experiment.

Who he found,

Was naturally Marquis Zheng's Pixiu.

As for the Prince of Jingnan's Pixiu,

Well,

Logically speaking,

It's always best to experiment with other people's stuff, but the problem is, that's the Prince of Jingnan's mount.

It's not that the Demon Lords were afraid of Tian Wujing,

But,

This wasn't the right time!

As for whether Pixiu didn't have a back door,

That's right,

Pixiu don't have a back door, but that doesn't mean they don't excrete.

In fact, Pixiu's rear abdomen, although covered with scales and long hair, has grooves and gaps. When they need to excrete, these grooves will enlarge, and some things will be discharged from the body.

Generally speaking, Pixiu have a very low need for excretion, partly because their bodies have a special ability to convert breath with the outside world more quickly, which means that the energy conversion rate of what they eat is very high.

There is relatively little dross that really needs to be excreted.

Therefore, there is no need for a back door, the rows of grooves under the abdomen are completely sufficient, just like shedding some dander.

"Come on, be good, eat it and you'll become stronger!"

Xue San placed the fragrant pill in front of the Pixiu.

This pill was infused with a special fragrance, making it more attractive to people, oh no, animals. It couldn't resist the temptation.

After putting it down,

He clapped his hands,

Xue San raised his head and looked at Fan Li standing beside him,

Seeing that Fan Li had taken out a nang and was gnawing on it.

"Damn it, aren't you afraid of bursting yourself!"

"Um... hungry."

"Alright, alright, I give up. You eat here, and in a little while a big pill is coming over here.

Damn it,

That scene is really disgusting.

If you want to eat, I'll go outside with you. After eating, it'll be about done here, and we can check the results."

Xue San kicked Fan Li a few times, forcing Fan Li to walk out with him.

Back at the enclosure,

Zheng Fan's Pixiu stared at the big pill in front of him and licked his tongue. It really couldn't resist the smell, but it was still a little hesitant.

Because it recalled when it was in the mansion, the Demon Lords fed it all kinds of weird things and made it suffer.

But,

It really smells good,

Couldn't help it,

Eat it!

However,

Just then,

The larger and more adult Pixiu walked over, and squeezed Zheng Fan's Pixiu away with an extremely tyrannical posture.

Zheng Fan's Pixiu was furious,

His eyes fell on the big pill,

But didn't go up to lock horns,

But continued to be angry.

The Prince of Jingnan's Pixiu glanced disdainfully at his fellow clansman,

Lowered its head,

Opened its mouth,

Swallowed the beast-attracting pill directly into its stomach,

Then,

It burped,

And turned around contentedly,

And went back to lying down.

…

About half an hour later,

Xue San and Fan Li returned.

"I say, you have to be more careful next time you eat. Even if your body is lacking some trace elements, you don't have to gnaw on stones, do you?

Are you refining iron in your stomach?"

Xue San cursed as he jumped into the enclosure, first looking for Zheng Fan's Pixiu, but found that the haystacks below were clean.

"Huh, useless?"

Xue San scratched his head and muttered to himself, "That shouldn't be."

Then,

A special smell filled the air,

It wasn't very stinky, but very sour.

Xue San sniffed, and then turned his attention to the Prince of Jingnan's Pixiu.

The Pixiu, which originally had a noble and elegant posture,

Now all four limbs were on the ground,

Looking exhausted.

"Hiss..."

Fan Li took a deep breath first,

Said:

"It's over!"

Then,

Fan Li pointed his finger at Xue San again,

Adding insult to injury:

"You're done for!"

Xue San cursed: "Damn it, how can you be so shameless!"

After cursing,

Xue San ran angrily to the Prince of Jingnan's Pixiu.

Below,

It was already wet and sticky.

But, since he was testing the medicine, Master San had to confirm the results, so he reached into the sticky pile and groped around a few times.

"Huh?"

Xue San was stunned for a moment,

Then he took his hand back and looked,

"Damn,

He actually pulled out a letter!"

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To facilitate everyone's reading, I would like to remind you that the foreshadowing is in chapter 426, "Swordsmanship, Freedom."

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