Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

That night, Long Bufan made another bucket of hot water to soak himself in. As his injuries were slightly heavier this time, it took him an entire night to soak in it.    

    

On the second day, Long Bufan woke up from his long slumber and felt that his entire body was somewhat cold. Only now did he realize that he had actually fallen asleep in the medicinal barrel last night.    

    

Lil 'White jumped to the barrel and asked with concern, "Boss, how are you doing?"    

    

"I'm fine." Long Bufan reached out and caressed Whitey's head, then used the Spiritual Sense Scanning to caress the injuries in its body. He couldn't help but grin a little gratifyingly, "After soaking in the medicinal liquid for the night, my internal injuries have pretty much recovered."    

    

After Long Bufan put on his clothes, he discovered that the ten magic clone were already lined up in a corner, waiting for Long Bufan's orders. It looked like the magic clone had finished their work.    

    

"Fuse!"    

    

Long Bufan did not dawdle. With a light shout, the ten magic clone s suddenly transformed into ten balls of black light and fused together. They eventually formed a black light beam, and suddenly shot toward the center of Long Bufan's forehead.    

    

As the black light beam drilled into his head, Long Bufan suddenly felt as if a huge stream of information was gushing into his mind, continuously pouring into Long Bufan's memory cells. In an instant, those memory cells were like popcorn that had exploded, popping up all over the place, causing his head to ache.    

    

This humongous and terrifying information was the knowledge that the ten magic clone had memorized about various pill refining techniques in the past half month.    

    

Only, Long Bufan was already sweating profusely right now. He patted his head, could not help but let out a deep breath, and inexplicably sighed: "Although the process of fusing information is a bit uncomfortable, but this kind of cheating feels great, it relieves me of such worries."    

    

Long Bufan grinned and opened the door to his dorm room. He walked towards the courtyard in a good mood and bumped into Lei Meng, Lin Yan and Long Yunfei.    

    

Seeing Long Bufan coming out, Lin Yan and the other two immediately laughed. "Boss, good morning.    

    

Hearing that, Long Bufan picked his nose, and jokingly asked. Number two, number three, number four, how much contribution points have you accumulated? If it's too little, the boss won't be waiting for you. "    

    

"Boss, you're too impatient." Long Yunfei curled his lips, then laughed complacently: "Fortunately, as long as we complete today's sect missions, all three of us will accumulate ten thousand clan contribution points."    

    

"Oh? "It's quite fast." Surprised, Long Bufan stared at the three of them and asked curiously, "Then what is your mission today?"    

    

Hearing Long Bufan's question, the faces of Lei Meng, Lin Yan, and Long Yunfei couldn't help but turn unsightly. They looked at each other and replied in unison, "Beast Controlling Lodge, get the beast feces."    

    

"This task is good, the benefits are high, haha."    

    

Long Bufan immediately smiled amiably. He remembered that half a year ago, in order to receive even higher sect contribution points, he had done this kind of mission quite a few times. Because of the dirty work of digging out the beast dung, the disciples of the sects would usually not be bothered to receive this kind of dirty work.    

    

"Elder Mo from Beast Controlling Lodge is very familiar with me, he has a weird personality but she likes to drink, so can I trouble the three of you to help me bring this jar of wine to him, maybe she will be more gentle to you during the mission."    

    

Finished speaking, Long Bufan flipped his right hand over and with a flash of light, a jar of wine appeared in his palm. There was a piece of cloth at the mouth of the altar that was a deep red in color, but it still faintly emitted the smell of alcohol.    

    

"Good wine." Lei Meng's nose moved slightly, and he, who was also a wedding wine, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. He smelt the faint scent of alcohol in the air infatuatedly, as a trace of sparkling and translucent water seeped out from the corner of his mouth.