A wisp of breeze blew by, but there were countless chills left. Tang Lan's words echoed in the minds of Keduo and the other two: "Drink it, I believe you. This is a first-grade inflammatory medicine called Guansi San. It has a very strange effect, that is, anyone who takes it will be completely loyal to me. If you take it, everything in your mind will be known to me. As long as I want to know, nothing can be hidden from me. And, if anyone wants to die, then he will not be able to live for the next second."

"By the way, I have to remind you that after taking this bottle of inflammatory medicine, your lives will establish a direct relationship with me, that is, if I die, you will die instantly. But if you die, at most, waste some of my ignorance, and will not harm me at all."

Although such a strange flammation medicine had never appeared on the Yanlong Continent, Kodo and the other two could not help but feel cold in their hearts and their whole body could not help but tremble.

If that one in ten thousand chance of being encountered by me and others, if this flame medicine really has such a strange effect as the eldest prince said, then wouldn’t I have completely become the puppet of the eldest prince?

Tang Lan stood aside, staring at the three of them coldly, without saying much. If they were willing to drink, then no matter what their identities were, no matter whether they had malicious intentions in their hearts, they would eventually become their loyal subordinates. If they were not willing, it would be very simple. Tang Lan didn't mind their disappearance from the world.

If you don’t dare to drink Kongsi San, then there may be more or less ghosts in your heart, or even spies sent by other countries. What’s the harm of such a person? I believe that King Tang Zhentian will not be dissatisfied with this, but Tang Lan is not going to tell others about this.

It is better to kill ten thousand people wrong than let one person go. In Tang Lan's opinion, this sentence is definitely a famous saying.

After a while of silence, just as Tang Lan was impatient, Kodo and the other two looked at each other, resolutely took over Konsi San, and opened their mouths and drank them. Then they looked at Tang Lan quietly, waiting for what he wanted to say next.

A strange smile appeared on his face, and Tang Lan clapped his hands: "Very good! I did read you right! Don't worry, what you drank just now was indeed Guansi San, and its effect was indeed what I said. However, if you don't betray me, I naturally have no reason to treat you badly. But... If you betray you, then you will enjoy the endless pain that follows..."

As Tang Lan finished speaking, his face suddenly became cold. He did not see any movement. But Kodo and the other two fell to the ground instantly, covering their heads with their hands, and their faces showed extreme pain.

Don’t blame Tang Lan for being cruel. In order to survive better in this world, he can do even more ruthlessly!

The reason why Kodo and the other two enjoyed such pain in advance was to prevent it, leave a shadow in their hearts first. Even if they want to betray themselves, they must first consider whether they can bear such pain.

The body was still, and just one thought made me feel so painful. Kodo and the other two completely believed Tang Lan's words, and the luck in their hearts was instantly defeated.

"Young Master, we...we will always be loyal to you!" Kodo said such a vague sentence.

The effect has been received, and there is no need for Tang Lan to torture them anymore. A soft smile appeared on her face. Tang Lan looked at Kedo and said, "You have experienced the lightest punishment, and I don't need to say more. In the future, I will do my best to do things for the young master. The young master will never treat you badly."

"Even, I have a way to get the third-grade inflammation medicine, Young Master." Tang Lan stood with her hands behind her back, with a proud look on her face.

"Yes, young master!" Kodo and the other two nodded quickly. They did not ask for any rewards, as long as they did not suffer such pain in the future. They even regretted it. It would be great if they hadn't drunk the Kongsi Powder just now, so they would not be worried about suffering such pain.

But they didn't know that if they chose not to drink, they would definitely be the sickle of the god of death.

Tang Lan conquered Kodo and the other two here, but there was another scene inside Coswell's personal inflammation room.

"Master Koswell, please ask you for the inflammation medicine needed by several generals in the kingdom army this time." King Tang Zhentian said politely. The kingdom army has developed well recently and has almost become a trend of surpassing the neighboring Xiayue Dynasty. Although the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the Xiayue Dynasty are known as the two weakest kingdoms among the thirty-two kingdoms in Longhuzhou, Tang Zhentian has never given up the opportunity to strengthen the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that as long as the materials are sufficient, I will do my best to refine them." Coswell replied politely.

"Okay, I won't bother you, Master." Tang Zhentian patted Coswell on the shoulder and walked out of the pharmacy room with a chuckle. Recently, his mood was getting better and better. His body, which had declined, seemed to have returned to its peak state. He even thought about when the Kingdom of the Tang Dynasty could no longer be the weakest kingdom, so he would wake up when he fell asleep.

Coswell was in a good mood. He was now 36 years old. His level of pharmacist was almost stopped. But yesterday, after drinking with His Majesty, he returned to his residence to start practicing, but found that the solid cultivation barrier seemed to be loose.

He is now at the sixth level of the Three-Star Deacon. If he can break through to the level of the Four-Star Deacon's helm, he will likely be promoted to the Fourth-Class Pharmacist in his lifetime. The gap between the Third-Class Pharmacist and the Fourth-Class Pharmacist is like a gap that blocks him far away. Now that he has hope of promotion, how can he not be happy?

Humming an untuned little song, he was fiddling with his personal pharmacist. Coswell was preparing to refine a few bottles of pharmacists first. It was still early anyway, so after the refining was finished, you could have supper, and then you could practice with peace of mind.

But Coswell's plan was soon failed.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Only when the door of the Yan Pharmacist was suddenly knocked, Coswell frowned and asked, "Who?"

"Master Coswell, I am William Hard, I have something important to tell you." A childish boy's voice came from outside.

William Hard, Coswell's apprentice, is not a formal apprentice, but can also be regarded as a registered disciple. His refining qualifications are relatively ordinary, but he is also considered to be a relatively outstanding in this small kingdom. William Hard, who is only seventeen years old, is already a veritable first-grade pharmacist in inflammation, and may be expected to become a second-grade pharmacist before he is twenty years old.

Of course, judging by his qualifications, he could only stop at the level of a third-grade pharmacist, which was slightly inferior to Coswell himself.

Frowning and thinking, maybe William Hard really has something important, so Coswell agreed: "Come in!"

"What's the matter?" Coswell asked faintly as he looked at the panting William Hard.

"That's right. Today I'm refining the Buxue Powder Powder in the royal inflammatory medicine room. I happened to meet His Highness the Great Prince refining the inflammatory medicine in the royal inflammatory medicine room..." William Hard began to narrate.

"Wait, are you talking about the eldest prince? He is making inflammatory drugs? What kind of inflammation drugs is it?" Coswell was aroused by a hint of interest.

"I don't know..." A feeling of despair appeared between William Hard's eyebrows.

"What? Don't you know?" Coswell was a little frustrated. Although this guy was not very good at refining medicine, he had been following him for so long. He had already finished teaching the knowledge about first-grade inflammation medicine, but he said he didn't know. It seemed that he still looked down on him too highly!

Knowing that Coswell had misunderstood, William Hard hurriedly explained: "The materials he used to refine the inflammation medicine are thought flowers, dark grass and figs. No one of us has ever heard of these three medicinal materials that can refine the inflammation medicine, so I don't know."

Coswell was stunned. Did he hear it wrong, or did Hard say it wrong? Thought Flower, Nethercao, fig, these three materials can also be combined to refine inflammation medicine? As a third-grade pharmacist, he has never even heard of it. Could it be that Hard said randomly to cover up his shortcomings?

Thinking of this, Coswell couldn't help but look at William Hard suspiciously.

"I didn't lie. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask Luo Heng and the others." William Hard quickly promised.

Thought Flower...Ming Luocao...Fig, Koswell muttered these names and fell into deep thought, wait... Koswell's expression suddenly became suspicious. If he remembered correctly, the reaction between Mind Luocao and Koswell was very likely to cause an explosion!

He had tried it, and he clearly remembered that he was embarrassed by the explosion of these two medicinal herbs. Although his body was not injured, his clothes also became history.

Could it be that the function of figs is to comprehensively combine the medicinal properties between the flower of thought and the Nethercao grass?

But this doesn't make sense! I've never heard of figs having such a role! Damn, what's going on? Coswell's brows became deeper and deeper, and he was almost about to squeeze together.

The new type of inflammation must be a new type of inflammation! Coswell could only make this conclusion, but when he thought of Tang Lan's level of the pharmacist and his age, he was extremely shocked. He actually configured the new type of inflammation at the age of fifteen as a first-grade pharmacist!

A genius, no, a genius, isn't right. Perhaps only the "demonic" can only be used to barely describe his horror!

Before William Hard could speak, Coswell raised his legs and ran outwards. When his figure disappeared into the flaming medicine room, his words rang out: "You should do your own thing first, I'll go find the eldest prince to find out the situation!"
Chapter completed!