Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

Gu Qianjun looked at the blocked water in front of him with interest: "What are you doing?" The childish voice was drowned in the noisy environment.

Although few people heard Gu Qianjun's words, Reinhardt's exceptional temperament and conspicuous appearance were quickly noticed. After recognizing the marshal, the crowd immediately dispersed, leaving a path for others to pass.

After walking to the front, the situation inside suddenly became clear. However, among I Ang standing at the wide gate, there happened to be another old acquaintance that I had met not long ago—Winston.

Winston, who had been blocked by Reinhardt from speaking, now looked like a proud peacock, looking at the black-haired youth in front of him with disdain.

The young man with his head down had slightly long hair covering his face, making the whole person look a little gloomy. His thin body looked a little malnourished, and standing opposite Winston seemed even more vulnerable.

The arrogant Winston almost saw Reinhardt who was looking at him at a glance. For a moment, Winston, who was still holding on to him, was short of breath.

its not right! Why should I be guilty of seeing him? What a thing he is.

Thinking of this, Winston couldn't help but get up in a pompous manner. He looked at the black-haired young man with his head down in front of him, with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "You bumped into this young master, don't you apologize for compensation? Oh, the common people are indeed. Common people, as expected, there is no cultivation at all."

Gu Qianjun raised his eyebrows, his small eyebrows looked cute because of his movements. Reinhart was a little uncomfortable and agreed, but in her temperament, Reinhart did not say anything for the young man with his head down.

But when Gu Qianjun in his arms saw the black-haired young man, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes: Is this... the smell of Mu Linggen? Hey, it's a bit confusing...it's a pity.

Because Gu Qianjun was staring at the black-haired young man not far away, Reinhardt lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?" Gu Qianjun looked back and shook his head with regret.

Turning his head to look at the magnificent building in front of him, the white stone pillars are carved with atmospheric and simple patterns, which looks so solemn.

"Just what?" Gu·Tubao·Qianjun, who didn't know much, looked at the strange building in front of him. Reinhardt glanced at it: "This is the Pharmacy Union, which is specially used to develop medicaments."

"Pharmaceutical? What is that?" The little bun who didn't understand could not help but puffed his cheeks and looked at Reinhardt with his eyes wide open. The meaning is obvious, let Reinhardt answer him.

A good and imposing marshal sir was surprised to use him as an encyclopedia solver. But someone who was petrified was very happy.

I couldn’t help but rubbed the little soft hair on Gu Qianjun’s head: “A liquid that pharmacists usually use to enhance combat effectiveness, repair or stabilize. These things are usually made by people in the pharmacy guild. Those who get the qualification will become pharmacists respected by everyone."

"Repair and upgrade?" Hearing familiar words, Gu Qianjun had a rough definition of the concept to remember. In general, it was almost as effective as the pills he refined during the Wujizong period.

The ancestor, who felt that this world was useless except for food, suddenly became interested in the medicine of the new world.