Many people have made speculations about the ingredients of the Magic Heart Pill.
When he was in the ancient tribe of the wilderness, Taoist Cang Jie naively asked the fourth-grade alchemist Mo Yingyou to refine the elixir. Mo Yingyou once said that the other spiritual materials in this elixir are not precious, but one of them is special.
I searched all over the continent and couldn't find any trace of the ingredients, only the Saintess had an inexhaustible supply of them...
At that time, Taoist Cang Jie did not understand what the so-called inexhaustible meant.
But at this moment, Xue Linglan relied on the memory of the goddess she inherited to tell the truth.
"The lineage of the Nine Heavens Goddess is really interesting. They can actually inherit the memories of their predecessors as they become stronger." Leng Yanji smiled and then looked at the bowl of tea on the table.
It was a bowl of leftover tea that she had just drank. It was already a little cold at this time, but in her opinion, herbal tea naturally has some effects of herbal tea. It was a pity to waste it. It was better to recycle it.
So she stretched out her slender jade fingers and dipped them into the herbal tea, and then suddenly used the secret blood technique of Leng Shu's lineage to blend a drop of demon blood into the tea.
Just a drop of demon blood does not contain much energy, and is not even enough to dye the entire bowl of tea red. The tea is just the remaining tea that should be thrown away, and does not contain the auxiliary medicinal power of the various spiritual materials and herbs in the Demon Heart Pill.
However, when the arrogant Xue Linglan looked at the worthless cup of tea, she felt a strong desire in her heart. Because she knew that the cup of tea might not be able to continue to help her break through her strength, but it would be enough to alleviate her pain at the moment.
Leng Yanji looked at her eager expression and asked deliberately: "What? I'm not going to ask for tea after I drink the rest. Do you want to drink it too?"
The deliberate question was like a deliberate humiliation, which greatly damaged Xue Linglan's self-esteem. She was embarrassed to say that she wanted it, but she still nodded.
"Originally I didn't mind giving you a worthless cup of tea, but who made you attack me just now?" Leng Yanji looked down at her and said, "So, I would rather pour it away than let you drink it."
After saying this, the cup of tea was very worthless, but also very precious. There was no second serving of tea in the world, and it was poured on the ground...
Xue Linglan couldn't help but feel angry from the bottom of her heart, she raised her head and stared at Leng Yanji.
"Hey, Goddess, please don't be so angry. Isn't the tea still on the ground? If you really want to drink it, you can lie on the ground and lick it like a puppy." Leng Yanji looked down and knelt on the ground.
She showed a charming smile, and her two little tiger teeth looked extremely cute, but also extremely evil.
Xue Linglan lowered her head and remained silent. Even the floor of the saint's elegant residence was extremely clean, but even if it was clean, how could it be so clean?
After all, it was the ground, the ground that people had stepped on. She could even see clear footprints on the ground, including the footprints left by her and the footprints left by the hateful witch... Could it be that she, the descendant of the Nine Heavens Goddess,
Do you have to kiss the ground and those footprints for that cup of tea?
Xue Linglan felt that it was too dirty and too embarrassing. But under the torture of thousands of ants eating her heart, she still couldn't help but long for the dirty tea on the ground.
That feeling is like a person who has been walking in the desert for a long time and is about to die of thirst, and suddenly sees water in a mud pit...
Leng Yanji didn't care at all about Xue Linglan's hesitation in letting go of her pride. She just poured the cup of tea on the ground and walked towards the door with a casual and innocent expression, as if this matter was completely unrelated to her.
She has nothing to do with it.
In fact, Leng Yanji really didn't care about this matter. She was just responsible for throwing out the unwanted cup of tea. As for whether someone wants to drink that cup of tea or lick it clean, it belongs to others after all.
What does choice have to do with her?
Leng Yanji walked away freely, and the so-called free and easy is a kind of freedom, so her steps were neither big nor small, very casual. Even if there was a small piece of tea on the ground, she stepped on it without any scruples, and then walked out like this
The door is open...
The tea that was not too turbid at first became even more turbid due to this kick. Xue Linglan suddenly felt even more embarrassed. However, the moment Leng Yanji left the room, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Because now she was the only one left in the room. This made her feel a little relaxed and at ease. At least even if she did something embarrassing, others would not see her embarrassed.
Perhaps, this is the ridiculousness of so-called self-esteem?
No matter how noble a noble girl is, if she has been hungry and thirsty in the desert for a long time without drinking any water, she will never mind the murky water in the mud ditch.
Because things like self-esteem are not worth mentioning in the face of survival and pain.
So the goddess, who was very painful and hungry, slowly lowered her head and pressed her beautiful face to the ground in the room where only one person was left...
However, at this moment, Leng Yanji, who had obviously left, suddenly turned back. Seeing the goddess licking the tea like a puppy, she couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then said with a smile: "You should put down your dignity so quickly and be a fool."
Is it a puppy?"
The sudden ridicule made Leng Yanji even more embarrassed. For a moment, her face turned red with humiliation, and she was so humiliated that she did not dare to raise her head to look at the witch.
"You don't have to be angry or feel embarrassed." Leng Yanji looked down at her and said, "Because I didn't come here to humiliate you on purpose, and it's really not that boring. I came over suddenly just because I thought of something and felt
Maybe you can help."
Xue Linglan never wanted to help this hateful woman, but at this moment she did not say any words of rejection. She was just immersed in her own humiliation, lowering her head and not daring to look at the witch.
"As far as I know, the relationship between the Lingyun Sect and the Southern Dan Alliance is very good. Coincidentally, the Netherworld Fire Diamond seems to be in the Dan Alliance. You have a good status in the Lingyun Sect, so go to the Dan Alliance for me.
Let’s go there, be sure to find out the whereabouts of the Netherworld Fire Diamond, and bring it back if you have the chance.”
"Of course, you don't have to help me, but please don't come to me again in the future."
After saying this, Leng Yanji turned around and left. She didn't care whether Xue Linglan agreed or not, but just gave her another simple multiple-choice question...
Some choices seem to be good things, but Xue Linglan knows that the so-called difficult choices are often the choices given by the strong to the weak. Moreover, Leng Yanji's previous demeanor and tone were as if she was talking to a servant.
This feeling made her extremely humiliated and angry.
And because of her anger, more hatred arose in her heart, which was hatred for the witch and also hatred for Shen Lang.
Because in her opinion, if Shen Lang hadn't been doing his job properly, how could she be so eager to improve her strength? How could she easily accept the Devil's Heart Pill, and how could she be humiliated today?
"Joined the Demon Sect and became the Holy Son? And married a witch? Does he think he is great? Didn't he also take the Demonic Heart Pill!"
"Stupid! What a waste! You are being manipulated by the witch without even realizing it!"
Leng Yanji missed the powerful Emperor of the Sun in her memory 30,000 years ago, and hated Shen Lang at this moment.
But she didn't understand that her so-called love had always been her love for the King of Memory.
But Shen Lang has never been the former emperor. Moreover, he has never believed in fate, let alone made choices against his will because of fate...
"Waste! This generation of successors of the Sunrise Sword is simply a waste!" Xue Linglan cursed Shen Lang for being a waste while doing things that humiliated herself. Then when she felt that the pain of thousands of ants eating her heart had been completely resolved.
, he stood up from the ground, his originally cold and arrogant eyes became even colder at this moment!
"Is the bloodline secret technique left by Demon Lord Lengshu great? After my divine blood awakens for the second time, why should I be afraid of the Demonic Heart Pill?"
"Do you really think I will give in so easily? How much can a descendant of Demon Lord Leng Shu know about thirty thousand years of secrets? Who will take advantage of it and who won't know yet!"
"When I achieve my goal, I will get back all the price I paid today!"