"What kind of fragrance is this? It feels so strange." Although I couldn't tell what strange fragrance this was, Luo Enen felt a little uneasy.
"This is the fragrance of the quiet grass in the clear night." At this moment, Song Yuan suddenly spoke, and there was a meaningful smile on her delicate little face.
"The sky is clear and the night is quiet?" Luo Enen looked at Song Yuan in confusion. Seeing the meaningful smile on her face, the uneasiness in her heart became even stronger.
"That's it." Song Yuan slowly took out a herb with a faint green color.
Almost at the same time, Luo Enen and others felt their bodies soft, all the holy energy suddenly disappeared, and their bodies became extremely sore and soft. They could no longer maintain their cultivation posture and fell to the ground at the same time.
Among the people, only Gu Fenghua sat cross-legged and maintained his cultivation posture, but he was shaking, and it was obvious that he had lost all the holy energy.
"Song Yu'an, what's going on?" Fang Tianyou roared at Song Yu'an with a shocked look on his face.
"What else can happen? Of course it was poisoned, she poisoned her." Xie Youran replied with a wry smile.
"I think of it as the descendant of the Xie family in Piaoyun Valley, so I thought of it so soon." Song Yuan glanced at Xie Youran and said with appreciation.
But this sentence sounded more like a sarcasm to Xie Youran. Except for Fang Tianyou, everyone guessed what was going on when Song Yuan took out the Tianqing Night Grass.
"Song Yuan, we kindly save you and bring you to Bokong Mountain. Why do you want to harm us?" Luo Enen asked angrily.
"There is no way. I don't want to harm you, but I just have the life to do it. Don't worry, as long as you are willing to serve my son, I will keep you safe." A trace of shame flashed in Song Yu'an's eyes.
He was so beautiful, but soon returned to normal, and said with confidence.
"Your Majesty?" Everyone looked at Song Yuan in anger and confusion.
"You will soon see my master." When it comes to his master, Song Yuan's eyes showed admiration.
"I don't understand how you poisoned it. As far as I know, Tianqing Ye Youcai should not be poisonous, right?" Xie Youran asked.
After all, he is Xie Huaiyuan's only grandson. Even if he cannot practice alchemy, he is well aware of various medicinal herbs under his influence.
"The Tianqing Ye Youxiaocao is not poisonous, but if you smell its fragrance after taking the bitter leaf gentian fruit, it will be different. The two medicinal powers complement each other, and the holy energy can be dissipated as if the cultivation level is lost.
But although the stems and leaves of the bitter gentian fruit are extremely bitter, the fruit is colorless and tasteless, and my cooking skills are indeed good. Now, do you understand?" Song Yuan said.
"So you poisoned our meals, you are so heartless!" Luo Enen cursed angrily.
The others finally understood that Song Yuan had no intention of helping the fat white man these days, and he threw bitter leaf gentian fruit into the meal when they were not paying attention.
"Actually, you should feel lucky. If it weren't for your usefulness, my young master might not have let you live until now." Song Yuan was not angry and said calmly.
"So, we should thank you?" Lin Hanyi said sarcastically.
"Yes, you should indeed thank her. If she hadn't been there, I wouldn't have let you live until now." At this moment, a young man, with hundreds of holy masters, also stepped into the knot from the crack.
In the world, there was a rare light smile on the gloomy face.
"Lu Aochen!" Gu Fenghua and others exclaimed in unison, and finally knew who the young master was mentioned in Song Yuan.