"What else can I do? I'll marry you a concubine as soon as possible. You've been looking forward to this day for a long time." Mrs. He said angrily.
"That's not what I meant. What I mean is, according to what Miss Azhi just said, the person who tied the bell needs to be untied. If you want to save Daojia, you have to beg Ling Chuxi." Boss He is really
Good temper, worthy of being a model among tracheitis patients, even though he was not angry, he said with a bit of laughter and tears.
"Forget it, didn't Jin Manshan say that he would find a way to cure Dao Jia? Let's wait and see." Although Mrs. He gave up the idea of seeking revenge against Ling Chuxi, she still wanted her to save Ling Chu
Xi, but still can't save face.
"That's fine, let's do as you say." Boss He knew that she couldn't let go, so he didn't force her. As long as she didn't cause trouble, that would be fine.
At this time, Ling Chuxi knew nothing about any of this, and was trying her best to gather the last spiritual herb from the useless pill.
In her mind, she had already memorized the medicinal properties of thousands of magical herbs, and this time, she didn't even miss common herbs, comparing and scrutinizing them one by one.
The sky is getting late, the moon is on the branches, Ling Chuxi is in the Sumeru space, entering the state of selflessness.
Finally, Ling Chuxi opened her eyes suddenly.
"Hanxincao, I understand, it's Hanxincao." Ling Chuxi finally figured out the twelfth spirit grass, with a face full of joy, but as soon as she cheered, her voice suddenly stopped.
"No, something is wrong." Ling Chuxi rubbed her temples to wake herself up.
In her mind, she has thought about this elixir thousands of times. Her understanding of the principles of this elixir is probably not as good as that of the person who made the elixir. In her subconscious, there must be one flavor among the thirteen herbs in this elixir.
It was Mo Lan, but after figuring out the twelfth spiritual herb, she discovered that in terms of pharmacological elixirs, the thirteenth spiritual herb could never be Mo Lan.
"Did something go wrong before?" Ling Chuxi calmed down and began to think carefully.
Unconsciously, another two hours passed, and Ling Chuxi came up with the same result after careful consideration.
There is nothing wrong with the previous twelve kinds of spiritual herbs, except for the thirteenth, which is definitely not Mo Lan.
Ling Chuxi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She thought that as long as she knew the twelfth spiritual grass, she would be able to launch a whole set of pills to refine the spirit-reviving pill. However, she didn't know that at the last step, she discovered that the last spiritual grass was not the spiritual grass at all.
Mo Lan was like a mountaineer who tried his best to climb the peak. Before he could celebrate his victory, he found that there was another higher mountain in front of him. You can imagine his disappointment.
In order to figure out the first twelve kinds of spiritual herbs, she had tried her best, even her consciousness was on the verge of collapse. If it hadn't been for the ink orchid, her consciousness would have been seriously injured.
It was estimated that it was getting late outside. Ling Chuxi knew that in her current situation, she would definitely not be able to figure out the last spiritual herb, so she had no choice but to give up.
It seems that maybe it's time to think of other solutions.
He looked at the little yellow chicken and the ankylosaurus, and they were still the same as when he saw them. One was getting smaller and smaller, and the other was hidden in an oversized pheasant egg without any movement. Ling Chuxi didn't pay attention to them.
The Sumeru space.
There was a bamboo basket on the table, and the alluring aroma of food was faintly smelling from it. Huangfuqing never knew when the food was ready.