Eighty percent of the grasp of Xu Shuangfeng has a different meaning.
Xu Shuangfeng used a little force in his hand, and the tea cup was cracked into pieces in his hands, and his hands were covered with tea leaves.
Xu Shuangfeng stood up excitedly, and even forgot to say what to say.
"Where is Mo Xie?" Xu Shuangfeng asked.
"I have a pretty good idea when He Rushi's step is wrong. After I leave the seclusion, I will concentrate on dealing with Mo Xie's affairs." Qingge said.
Mo Xie's fallen flowers were extremely poisonous, so she first tried to refine the pills to cure Xu Shuangfeng's husband.
Xu Shuangfeng hugged Qingge with his hands tremblingly, "Good boy."
"The days of retreat can be as short as half a month, and as long as one month, Master Xu, the blood clan Lan Wuxin, will not give up. I will hand over Mo Xie to you. During this period when I am not here, I must protect Mo Xie." Qingge said.
"Don't worry, if you don't talk about other places, there will be no problem in my alchemy house." Xu Shuangfeng smiled, tears in his eyes.
Qingge also believed in Xu Shuangfeng. After explaining a few things, he wrote down the medicinal materials needed for alchemy.
"Recently, many dark master murder cases have occurred in the four-star continent. After the murderer kills, a Nether Flower will be left on the corpse. The people are all in panic. There are more and more dark masters in the four-star continent, and there are also blood clans who enjoy sucking the blood of cultivators. The troubled times are coming." Xu Shuangfeng was deeply relieved.
Qingge frowned and couldn't help but raise his hand to stroke the Nether Flower on his cheek.
"Nether Flower?" Qingge tugged and sneered coldly, "It's a group of restless people. Those who can think of this step are either the Lord of Nether Island who is involved in the half-human and half-beast, or the four-star palace snake burial, or they join forces."
Xu Shuangfeng was surprised. Ye Qingge was so meticulous?
It's really unexpected.
"Do you have a solution?" Xu Shuangfeng asked.
"No." Qingge shook his head.
The conspiracy of Snake Burial must be linked to frame the blame, saying that she was killing the world and putting her on a big hat.
She has been concentrating on refining alchemy recently and has no time to think about how to solve this problem.
"It's not peaceful recently. You have been focusing on refining elixirs. I'll write a book and send it to Yan Mansion in Luohua City to see if your grandmother has a way to deal with it." Xu Shuang said.
After several months in the alchemy house, Xu Shuangfeng had already regarded Qingge as his child.
She likes such people very much, like flowers blooming in the wind in the desert, and the invisible light in the darkness.
After Qingge explained the matter, he went into the house to retreat. He was surrounded by heavy troops outside the house. Qingge took out the death net that he had obtained at Lolita of Galan Academy from the realm of nothingness, and enveloped the house around it, separating the house from the outside world.
Ji Hua hurried over, holding a letter in his hand, trying to enter the house, but was stopped by the soldiers in front of the house.
"Hua'er, is it your master's letter again?" Xu Shuangfeng asked.
Ji Hua shook his head, "No, it's the letter from the fortune teller Yun Yuexia."
"Qingge is in seclusion, and it will take half a month to come out at the shortest time. You can keep the letter first." Xu Shuangfeng said.
"yes."
Ji Hua carried the letter back to the room and placed it on the table.
A guard knocked on the door, "Young Master Ji, the weapon refining union has sent a letter."
Ji Hua wiped his sweat. Why did he feel like he was a coolie?
Ji Hua turned to go out.
A gust of wind blew the letter on the table out the window, and the letter was opened, revealing a line of words on the paper.
"Blood disaster, fate changes, life and death disaster, will appear within three months! I hope you will be safe! Be careful in everything!"
After Ji Hua came in, he had forgotten all the news about this letter.
In half a month, Qingge has been practicing elixirs.
When Xue Ling'er left the mansion, she met Lan Wuxin. Xue Ling'er turned around and left. Lan Wuxin caught up with Xue Ling'er like a ghost.
"What? Do you want to regret it?" Lan Wuxin hooked Xue Ling'er with a slender hand like a lotus root.
Xue Ling'er's face was pale and her brows frowned, "Lan Wuxin, this is the alchemy house, don't be presumptuous! I won't be with you, go."
"What? I still want to set up a archway after becoming a bitch? Is there such a good thing in the world?" Lan Wuxin raised his eyebrows, and the Queen of the Far North appeared behind the two of them.
On the peak not far away, a man in a green python robe put his hands behind him, leaving only a navy blue pupil, looking down at Xue Ling'er with condescending face.
"Lan Wuxin, I won't harm others in partnership with you." Xue Ling'er gritted her teeth and said.
As an alchemist, she has her own pride.
Even though she has been lost and depraved, she has become a demon, but at least now her mind is very clear.
I would rather die than surrender!
"I don't need you anymore, but since I got on my boat, it's not easy to get off the boat." Lan Wuxin smiled exaggeratedly, her eyes moved down, and her eyes fell on Xue Ling'er's hand, "Are the most important thing for you alchemists, is the spiritual fire and hands?"
"What are you going to do!" Xue Ling'er's eyes widened in horror.
Click—
Lan Wuxin broke Xue Ling'er's wrist without hesitation and crushed the joints of her fingers.
Xue Ling'er screamed in pain, covered in sweat, her voice hoarse and her face as white as frost.
As footsteps sounded, snake burial slowly walked down from the peak.
Lan Wuxin threw Xue Ling'er to the ground and stepped on Xue Ling'er's cheek, "Planning to me? You're too tender."
Lan Wuxin withdrew her soles and said, "Put off her spiritual fire."
"Yes." The Queen of the Far North took out a fire blade and walked towards Xue Ling'er.
Xue Ling'er kept moving back, her eyes suddenly widened and she shook her head wildly.
The Queen of the Far North raised her sword and fell, Xue Ling'er arched her body and screamed.
Xue Ling'er's cry attracted Yang Jingqing. Yang Jingqing saw that Xue Ling'er was in trouble and suddenly rushed over.
"Ling'er, what's wrong with you? Who are you? Do you know that this is the alchemy mansion? Let Ling'er be released quickly!" Yang Jingqing shouted angrily.
"Let's go, go quickly!" Xue Ling'er yelled.
Yang Jingqing drew out his sword and pointed at Lan Wuxin.
Lan Wuxin looked at Yang Jingqing with his head tilted, smiling, with an evil light shining in his eyes.
"Another idiot is here to die." Lan Wuxin rushed out and hooked Yang Jingqing's neck from behind. The moment she opened her mouth, her pupils turned terrifyingly red, and sharp fangs appeared on both sides of her mouth. Yang Jingqing got goosebumps all over her body.
Yang Jingqing let go of his hand, and with a clang, the sword fell to the ground.
The blood on Yang Jingqing's body was flowing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it all entered Lan Wuxin's mouth. Lan Wuxin's throat kept rolling, swallowing the fishy blood.
Yang Jingqing slowly became a mummy in Lan Wuxin's mouth, and his body did not even have the strength to struggle, and his eyes were bulging out.
After the end, Yang Jingqing's body fell to the ground. Lan Wuxin spat a mouthful of blood and raised his hand to wipe off the blood at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s such a disgusting smell.”
"In comparison, I still like Ye Qingge's blood more, which makes people miss you."
Lan Wuxin's pupils suddenly widened, scarlet as blood, and her skin was pale and almost transparent.
Chapter completed!