Xiling Muxue turned her head, smiled slightly at Ling Luo, and said: "Xiao Luo, in this hundred-herb field, you can do whatever you want with the celestial elixirs that are less than three hundred years old."
After saying that, Xiling Muxue turned around, returned to the stone house, and continued to practice alchemy in seclusion.
Jianlong looked unwilling and stretched out his hand to grab Xiling Muxue's sleeve, but was slapped down by Ling Luo.
"Don't make trouble!"
"Xiaoluo!"
The cheap dragon was a little unhappy, and there was a hint of grievance in his red-black eyes.
"Is it because we haven't seen each other for three years that you no longer love me?"
A row of black lines was drawn on Ling Luo's head.
"It must be like this. You don't care about me anymore, you don't love me anymore, so you don't give me the thousand-year-old elixir. Hum."
Ling Luo: "..."
She had thought that this ancient fire god dragon, whom she hadn't seen for three years, would make some progress after breaking through the void, but she didn't expect that even though he had cultivated into a human form, he was still so shameless.
Seeing the almost coquettish expression on such a handsome face full of ruthlessness, Ling Luo almost wanted to spit out her last night's dinner.
"Okay, okay, okay, I promise you." Ling Luo sighed softly and said helplessly, "Master said that the celestial elixirs in the herb field that are less than 300 years old can be disposed of at my will. I will help
You just have to ripen it, and I will ripen it into something that is three hundred years old and give it to you that is one thousand years old."
Jianlong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was ecstatic: "Xiaoluo, when did you learn the technique of ripening elixirs? Please teach me how to do it, and I will learn it too!"
If he also learns it, he can use this magical technique to relieve his craving whenever he feels hungry.
"Imitate you big-headed devil!"
Ling Luo stretched out a hand, flicked on Jianlong's head, and said: "It's the heart, the heart transformed from the Shenyuan Mountain in the Sea of Bei Ming."
A familiar feeling came over me.
There is some slight pain between the eyebrows.
Jianlong is very comfortable. When he was a fat black cat, Xiaoluo often flicked his forehead like this.
I really miss it——
Thinking like this, Jianlong stretched out a hand, drew a red fire talisman in the air, and hit it on his body. The next moment, along with a burst of thick smoke, a big fat black cat emerged from the air.
The smoke jumped out, jumped onto Ling Luo's shoulder, and lay down with a comfortable expression.
"Hey, you seem to be heavier again." Ling Luo felt her left shoulder sink and couldn't help complaining.
"Really? It's definitely your illusion." Jianlong denied it without hesitation, "You've seen my emperor's human form before. What a standard figure he has, enough to make countless young girls and mature women crazy. It's not true at all.
Not fat."
The veins on Ling Luo's forehead twitched, her eyelids drooped, and she said, "Don't change the topic, I'm talking about your cat body."
The base dragon's body became a furry ball, and a thick and long black tail swept over Ling Luo's fair and slender neck intentionally or unintentionally, very intimately.
"Xiao Luo, we haven't seen each other for three years, but you are so partial. I have gained a lot of weight when I look at Chun Bai. Why don't you tell him?"
When Chunbai heard the boss talking about herself, she poked her head out of the hat behind Ling Luo, raised a small white paw, and said: "Boss, when I grow up, I can become very big, but it's different from you."