Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly, took the bottle, looked at it carefully in his hand, looked at the painful and twisted face of the little old man, and smiled: "You cherish your useless elixirs so much, figs, will you?"
Cherish it? Are you distressed? Just feel distressed if you feel distressed. Why pretend to be generous? If you bring out another bottle, I don’t want more. You also have the credit, and each of us will get half of it."
Feng Zhuyue took back what she said before that she only wanted one. She originally thought there would be two or three at most, but she knew there were actually twelve.
Besides, this little old man must be stingy. The pills on his body can be eaten as candy, but he is reluctant to eat them. It would be a waste to leave something as precious as a fig with him.
Wasteful use of natural resources is an act that will be punished by God.
After listening to Feng Zhuyue's words, the little old man took out another black bottle from Jade Perry's chest without saying a word, snatched the figs from Feng Zhuyue's hand, carefully counted half of the black bottles and poured them into himself.
, and then happily returned the remaining six to Feng Zhuyue.
Feng Zhuyue rolled her eyes helplessly, this little old man couldn't hide it?
Pouring her lips helplessly, Feng Zhuyue put the black bottle away.
Feng Zhuyue looked at the clean sky in the sky, the smile on her lips widened.
"Cang, I'm coming back."
"Are you leaving?" The little old man was still immersed in the joy of figs. Suddenly he heard Feng Zhuyue's words about leaving, and his face immediately became excited.
Feng Zhuyue glanced at him and curled her lips: "I'm leaving. Don't expect me to stay here with you. It's impossible."
"Okay, I won't stop you, but you can't get over the miasma here, so just wait for me."
Feng Zhuyue looked at the little old man curiously, and the little old man began to take care of himself for the only time in his life.
He put all the overwhelming medicinal materials into his jade pendant, and Feng Zhuyue discovered that he had always thought that the mountains on the other side were dry firewood, but it turned out to be discarded medicinal residues!
How many elixirs has this little old man refined here?
The little old man burned the dregs of medicine, and after sorting out other things, he said to Feng Zhuyue: "Come on, little girl, I'll take you out."
The corners of Feng Zhuyue's mouth twitched: "Crazy old man, are you right? You want to send me out?"
The little old man shrugged: "I'm tired of staying here, and I want to go out for a walk. For example, go out and find someone to try my medicine."
Feng Zhuyue felt that the little old man finally thought about it, and she really didn't have the ability to travel through the miasma above and survive the fall. That was because she was very lucky.
The most important thing is that she met the little old man, otherwise, she would definitely die.
Feng Zhuyue did not refuse. The little old man gave her a pill and asked her to take it, saying it could ward off miasma.
Feng Zhuyue believed in the little old man's elixir. Besides, his elixir was so good that he couldn't bear to give it to others. If she didn't take it, it wouldn't be in vain. If she hesitated, he might immediately go back and not care about her life or death.
Already.
But it's a little troublesome to go up now. No matter how good her qinggong is, she still can't reach the top of the mountain by leaping over the abyss.
While he was thinking, a flying carpet fell in front of Feng Zhuyue, and the little old man stood on it.
"Little girl, come up quickly."
PS: I will update three chapters first. I have something to do in the afternoon. I will come back in the evening to continue updating. I would like to recommend a new book by my friend Yin Fantuan, "10,000 Days of Indulgence in the Apocalypse: The Corpse King Dotes on His Wife." Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly, took the bottle, and held it in his hand.
He looked carefully at the little old man's painful and twisted face, and smiled: "You cherish your useless elixirs so much, why don't you cherish figs? Are you distressed? Just feel sorry for yourself. Why are you pretending?
Be generous, if you bring out another bottle, I won’t ask for more, you will also get the credit, and each of us will get half of it.”
Feng Zhuyue took back what she said before that she only wanted one. She originally thought there would be two or three at most, but she knew there were actually twelve.
Besides, this little old man must be stingy. The pills on his body can be eaten as candy, but he is reluctant to eat them. It would be a waste to leave something as precious as a fig with him.
Wasteful use of natural resources is an act that will be punished by God.
After listening to Feng Zhuyue's words, the little old man took out another black bottle from Jade Perry's chest without saying a word, snatched the figs from Feng Zhuyue's hand, carefully counted half of the black bottles and poured them into himself.
, and then happily returned the remaining six to Feng Zhuyue.
Feng Zhuyue rolled her eyes helplessly, this little old man couldn't hide it?
Pouring her lips helplessly, Feng Zhuyue put the black bottle away.
Feng Zhuyue looked at the clean sky in the sky, the smile on her lips widened.
"Cang, I'm coming back."
"Are you leaving?" The little old man was still immersed in the joy of figs. Suddenly he heard Feng Zhuyue's words about leaving, and his face immediately became excited.
Feng Zhuyue glanced at him and curled her lips: "I'm leaving. Don't expect me to stay here with you. It's impossible."
"Okay, I won't stop you, but you can't get over the miasma here, so just wait for me."
Feng Zhuyue looked at the little old man curiously, and the little old man began to take care of himself for the only time in his life.
He put all the overwhelming medicinal materials into his jade pendant, and Feng Zhuyue discovered that he had always thought that the mountains on the other side were dry firewood, but it turned out to be discarded medicinal residues!
How many elixirs has this little old man refined here?
The little old man burned the dregs of medicine, and after sorting out other things, he said to Feng Zhuyue: "Come on, little girl, I'll take you out."
The corners of Feng Zhuyue's mouth twitched: "Crazy old man, are you right? You want to send me out?"
The little old man shrugged: "I'm tired of staying here, and I want to go out for a walk. For example, go out and find someone to try my medicine."
Feng Zhuyue felt that the little old man finally thought about it, and she really didn't have the ability to travel through the miasma above and survive the fall. That was because she was very lucky.
The most important thing is that she met the little old man, otherwise, she would definitely die.
Feng Zhuyue did not refuse. The little old man gave her a pill and asked her to take it, saying it could ward off miasma.
Feng Zhuyue believed in the little old man's elixir. Besides, his elixir was so good that he couldn't bear to give it to others. If she didn't take it, it wouldn't be in vain. If she hesitated, he might immediately go back and not care about her life or death.
Already.
But it's a little troublesome to go up now. No matter how good her qinggong is, she still can't reach the top of the mountain by leaping over the abyss.
While he was thinking, a flying carpet fell in front of Feng Zhuyue, and the little old man stood on it.
"Little girl, come up quickly."
PS: I will update three chapters first. I have something to do in the afternoon, so I will come back in the evening to continue updating. I would like to recommend a new book by my friend Yin Fantuan, "10,000 Days of Indulgence in the Apocalypse: The Corpse King Dotes on His Wife"