Chapter 480 You must sign a contract with the king
Chapter 480 You must sign a contract with Wang
"Is it also made by the Qing tribe?"
The old lady shook her head: "The alchemist summoned by the emperor is said to be at the master level, but the alchemist died a few years ago."
Alchemist...
Emperor Dongyue recruited alchemists a few days ago, and some alchemists from all walks of life poured into the palace. The elixir should be from their hands.
If Yu Wushuang wants the formula, he can only get accurate information by pretending to be an alchemist.
That night when Yu Wushuang returned to the room, her brain hurt so badly that she couldn't stop it even after taking a few pills, and pressed her temples with her fingers.
Bishui Ling jumped into the house from the window, sat on the table and drank a cup of tea with her teapot in hand.
"You are getting more and more wild. Are you going back to the priest's house?" Yu Wushuang pressed her head and asked softly.
Bishui Ling drank up a pot of tea, shook her head, lay flat on the table, and touched her belly with her little paws, feeling extremely comfortable.
It doesn't want to go back to the old man.
Yu Wushuang stretched out her hand to lift him up from the table, feeling helpless: "It's enough to have a bad temper. Grandpa misses you very much. He has been here several times. Whoever signs a contract with you in the future will be in trouble if you are so wild all day long."
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Bi Shuiling's big eyes wandered when she heard this, and she stood firm, standing on two paws like a kangaroo.
She made a few gestures with her paws and placed them on her chest in a very orderly manner. She looked like a maid standing neatly in the palace.
"What do you mean?" Yu Wushuang lowered his eyes and looked at it. His temples were so painful that he had no time to think too much.
Bi Shuiling raised a paw and put it on her mouth, staring at Yu Wushuang a little cautiously.
His paws were stained with water and he wrote the word "Emperor" on the table.
Yu Wushuang's eyes suddenly sank when she saw the word "Emperor".
"Emperor Dongyue?"
Bi Shuiling shrank her head and shook her head quickly.
"Which country is that emperor?"
Emperor, this word is very supreme, even if he is not the Dongyue Emperor, his status is definitely not ordinary.
What does this damn thing want to express?
Bi Shui Ling took out a pill from the fur with her claws and placed it on the emperor's head.
Yu Wushuang had a complicated look on his face. He picked up the elixir and put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. It was a good product and it also contained the spirit beast crystal, but the smell was not very ideal.
Bi Shuiling wrote two more words on the table, stolen.
Yu Wushuang was stunned and suddenly understood that it had stolen the elixir from the palace. Surprise flashed in his eyes: "Did the fire cloud beast eat the elixir?"
Bi Shuiling nodded.
Clearly feeling Yu Wushuang's joy, she suddenly became a little arrogant and crossed her paws.
"I really didn't support you in vain."
There is no place to be found even if you wear iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.
With the elixir, the Fire Cloud Spirit Beast might be able to be saved.
Bishui Ling was very proud, and walked over with his head shaking, his eyes a little testing and a little pleading, it wanted to sign a contract with humans.
"What?" Yu Wushuang rarely saw it be so attentive.
I freed up a hand and touched it. It didn't have any pockets and it could hide the elixir. It really did exist.
Bishui Ling is a little afraid of Yu Wushuang. There are some things that she really doesn't have the courage to say. She was rejected last time. If she is rejected again this time, she will be embarrassed.
They, the Bishuiling clan, are born to protect the king, and even if they sign a contract, they must sign a contract with the king.
"Sign the contract" Bishui Ling wrote a few words.
Xiaoxiao pointed between her eyebrows, and a small red dot appeared in front of her eyes under the furry fur.
The blush on the tip of its brow reflected under the jadeless eyes is like a woman's palace sand. Once the contract is signed, the blush will disappear.