I heard people say how high and dangerous Renrong Peak is, and no one has ever been able to climb to the top, so I suddenly became interested and came to take a look.
I must conquer the top of Renrong."
"Bullshit"
The Demon Chef glared at Yuanyang, rolled his eyes and said, "I see that you have turned into a pile of bones before you even entered the foot of Renrong Mountain.
Alas! Well, since you insist on going your own way, it seems that for the sake of our acquaintance, I will offer incense sticks for you every day. What about you?"
The Demon Chef glanced at Emperor Xu, "Are you going to Renrong Peak just for fun and making fun of your own life?"
"No!"
Emperor Xu looked at the crowd and said, "I am a doctor. It is my lifelong ambition to collect various medical classics and read various herbal medicines, especially rare and exotic herbs."
I hope that I can write a "Medical Collection" based on my experience and knowledge in the future, so that future generations can use medicine to help the world."
"Oh, I fainted"
The Demon Chef crawled on the table angrily. Suddenly, she heard some weird and fascinating music coming from far, far away.
She has lived in the noisy inns where people come and go since she was a child, which has trained her ears to be particularly sharp. She can hear sounds from far away.
She listened attentively, puff~ puff~, those sharp sounds hurt her ears a little
"Don't listen"
Yuanyang picked up her fingers and put them into her ears, "That's the music of the witch clan. It's an evil sound. Wherever the music passes, all life that cannot bear it will slowly wither away, including vegetation, birds and animals."
, not even humans, no one is immune
But this evil sound is quite helpful for them to cultivate their internal strength. What is the weather today—"
He walked to the window and took a look outside, "It's a cloudy day. Their music cannot be exposed to the sun. If it is exposed to the sun, the person playing the music will be torn apart by the sun."
"What exactly happened?"
The others looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Qian Yang was talking about.
"It's a kind of music, a very evil, very evil music -"
The Demon Chef said, "I'm sure they are coming towards us! It's over, it's over!"
She stood up, plugged her ears with her hands, and walked back frequently, "We must not let these people get close to our inn, the Wu Clan?"