C359 Great Alchemist 4 Three(1)

"Wow." Anya's body twitched violently and she spat out a mouthful of water. Then, she started to cough violently, "Ugly monster, don't even think about it! Cough cough."

I looked at her awkwardly and blamed myself in my heart. She's already a few hundred years old. Why should she lower herself to the level of a little girl?

Anya stared at me hatefully. Suddenly, her expression changed to shock," You, how can you stand up? "

I did not intend to answer her question. I lowered my head and looked at the "Flowers of Pain" that covered the ground. My heart was in a dilemma. Anya was a fanatic gambler. She would never give up on what she had won. What should I do?

"Hesitating. Are you still a man? Since you have already cured me of my poison, why don't you kill me and snatch away my 'Flower of Pain'!" That hateful expression of disdain once again appeared on Anya's face.

"Anya, I will bet with you. If I win, you will return the 'Flower of Pain' to me. What do you think?" I only have this one method. I am still unable to bully the weak.

Anya looked at me in surprise as if she was looking at a monster. "Did I hear it wrong?"

"Are you going to bet or not?" I started to worry again. What a hateful woman! "My bet is that skull!"

"Hehe." Anya suddenly narrowed her eyes into a slit. "I no longer care about things that have already been lost. Besides, how can the value of that skull be compared to the Flower of Pain for a pharmacist?"

"Then what do you want? Don't you want to bet?" I frowned.

" Anya has never rejected gambling! Hehe, if you lose the bet, you have to be the puppy beside me and listen to me forever. " A strange expression appeared on Anya's face.

"No!" I couldn't help but get angry again. How can I use my freedom to make the bet?

"If you can't, then forget it!" Anya stood up, her wet clothes sticking to her body. Her curves were exposed, but she didn't seem to care at all. She minded her own business and picked up the "Flower of Pain." She threw the "Flower of Pain" into Cecilia's golden flower basket.

"Who said that the flower basket is also yours?" I couldn't help but fly into a rage.

Anya curled her lips and said, "Stingy, who cares about your flower basket?" Saying that, she kicked towards the flower basket. The flower basket did not move at all and Anya stumbled back a few steps. " What the hell is this thing that is so heavy?" After saying that, he opened his backpack and put the 'Flower of Pain' into it.

I was depressed to the extreme as I looked at Anya proudly putting away the "Flowers of Pain," but I was at my wit's end.

After Anya got the "Flower of Pain" as she wished, she no longer paid attention to me and softly hummed a song from her hometown. She took the horse and left. I secretly felt bitter in my heart. The things Cecilia left me should have her intentions. Now, not only did I lose her battle clothes, but I also lost my barrier key. Even the 'Flower of Pain' was won by someone else.

Watching Anya slowly walk away, I was at my wits' end. I could only follow her from afar.

Anya walked to a place to avoid the wind and stopped. She took out a strange item from her backpack and placed it on the ground. After a while, a flame lit up and Anya held a small fan and kept fanning it. I slowly walked closer and saw that she had actually started a stove. There was a small jar on the stove.

"Are you preparing to cook for me?" I have to have a reason to follow someone else. In order to resolve the awkwardness, I took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Anya rolled her eyes at me but ignored me. She continued to wave the small fan in her hand. Steam began to rise from the jar. Anya took out a small scale from her backpack and shook it. Many small porcelain bottles fell to the ground.

What was this woman trying to do? Looking at the moon in the sky, I was bored to death as I sat by the side. My heart was filled with chagrin.

Anya carefully took out the medicinal ingredients from the various porcelain bottles and placed them on the scale. She continued to measure them. This process took her at least an hour. This unruly woman became incomparably silent and did not say a single word throughout the entire process.

After all the herbs were accurately measured, Anya let out a long breath. She muttered softly, "Platinum, black, water and metal have tangible form, water and water are invisible." The black and white "Flower of Pain" was selected by Anya and weighed one after another. This process was also very long. The lid of the jar was crackling and waves of strange medicinal fragrance assailed the nostrils.

The alchemist began refining medicine? I looked at Anya in surprise. At this moment, Anya's expression was very serious as if she had entered her own world.

Anya finally chose two "Flowers of Pain" and placed them in a thick metal container. She poured in all kinds of medicinal ingredients that had been weighed.