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Chapter 18 No one cares if you die outside

 Hearing the bright moon's voice, Luo Cangqiong's eyes burst with light, his steps moved forward uncontrollably, and he raised his head and looked into the sky.

In the sky, the bright moon's dress was rustled by the wind, and her waist-length hair was flying in the wind, light and agile.

Landing on the ground, Yue Jiaojiao smiled, looking at Luo Cangqiong who was a little fairer and tenderer than when they first met:

"Good disciple, do you want to become a teacher?"

"Who is your apprentice?..."

Luo Cangqiong muttered something in a low voice, and couldn't help but look up and down at the bright moon with his eyes.

"Even if you die outside, I don't care about you... Are you injured?!!"

In the first half of the sentence, it was still a normal tone, but in the second half of the sentence, Luo Cangqiong's voice went up an octave.

Yan Xun and Chen Yong on the side heard this and quickly stepped forward to check:

"Uncle Jiaojiao, have you encountered any powerful monster?"

"Or are there other practitioners bullying you? We will tell Master right now and let him make the decision for you!"

Looking at the three worried faces in front of her, Yue Jiaojiao felt warm in her heart. She lowered her head to check her clothes, only to find that they were blood spots that fell on her body when she killed the monster before.

But I didn't expect them to think that they were injured.

Yue Jiaojiao waved her hand:

"I'm fine, this is the blood of a monster."

"You two have worked hard these days taking care of my apprentice. Here, this is your reward."

Two white jade porcelain vases appeared in Yue Jiao Jiao's hands, one each for Yan Xun and Chen Yong. When they opened it, their faces immediately showed shocked joy:

"It's actually the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Thank you, Master Jiaojiao!"

As the name suggests, the foundation-building pill is a pill that can help practitioners in the Qi refining stage increase the possibility of foundation-building.

But even if you are a disciple of the four major sects, not everyone can get it.

Therefore, Yue Jiaojiao's gift is naturally very precious to the two of them.

Looking at the two young and happy faces, Yue Jiaojiao was in a good mood and waved:

"After so many days of work, let's go back to Changling Peak to rest."

He waved goodbye to his two junior nephews, but when he turned around, he found Luo Cangqiong staring at him expressionlessly.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Feeling a little hairy at being stared at, Yue Jiaojiao frowned slightly in confusion.

"You're really not hurt? There's nothing uncomfortable about you?"

Luo Cangqiong supported his arm with one hand and touched his chin with the other, and began to circle around Yue Jiao Jiao, as if he would not give up until he found something missing in Yue Jiao Jiao.

Yue Jiaojiao was amused by Luo Cangqiong's shepherding behavior and couldn't help but want to tease him.

I saw Yue Jiao Jiao frowning slightly, covering her abdomen, even her face turned a little pale, and she made a silent gesture towards Luo Cangqiong:

"Shh, keep your voice down. I was afraid that Yan Xun and the others would hear me and tell Senior Brother, so I didn't say anything on purpose."

When Luo Cangqiong saw Yue Jiaojiao like this, he raised his head slightly, his face looked as arrogant as I expected, but his hand reached into his chest pocket and he didn't know what he was pulling out.

Not long after, Luo Cangqiong took out a small clay pot and held it carefully in his hands.

Luo Cangqiong looked at the small pottery pot in his hand, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, but it only took a moment before he handed the small pottery pot to Yue Jiaojiao:

"Well, this is what my grandfather left for me. It is a rare panacea that can save you even if you only have one breath left. I am usually reluctant to use it."

The words on the surface were very righteous, but Luo Cangqiong's eyes were always glued to the small pottery pot, full of reluctance.

This is the last thing grandpa left for himself...


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