"Stinky brat, if you dare to dawdle with me again, I'll kill you with one slap." Ling Gusong couldn't take it anymore.
"Then forget it, I won't fast." Li shaoqiu could tell that Ling Gusong was really angry, but he was actually a little scared.
Li shaoqiu lit the furnace fire and began to refine the pill.
A series of muffled crackling sounds came from the room, louder than Ling Gusong's iron forging.
Li shaoqiu wrapped his clothes around his waist and was shirtless. He was yelping and shouting as he punched and kicked the burning pill furnace.
Ling Gusong was dumbfounded by li shaoqiu's imposing manner.
So this was how this guy refined pills. At first, he thought that he was already imposing enough when he was forging. But look at others, what is called mighty, what is called imposing.
Meticulous work, bathing, changing clothes, and feasting for three days? that was pure nonsense. Ling Gusong had never seen such crude pill-making skills in his entire life.