Destiny Little Crazy Concubine

Chapter 1217 Less Than One Ten Thousandth of Xiao Chenchen

When leaving the Royal Academy, Xiao Yuchen took out the two small jade tokens again and stuck them on the stones before the guards let them go.

The moonlight was bright and the night breeze was cool. The two walked hand in hand on the empty pipeline.

"Xiao Yuchen, did you say something to the dean?"

"Why did Yan Yan say that?"

"Why does it seem that the dean is particularly afraid that I will not come to the Royal Academy?"

"Of course he's afraid that you won't come."

"why?"

"With Yan Yan, the dean can sit back and relax in the four-nation competition in the next four years."

"I'm only a ninth-level spirit man!"

"According to the current promotion speed, Yan Yan will be able to advance to at least the third or fourth rank Healer in the Four Nations Competition next year. Yun Qi, Yun Han, you three brothers and sisters, the result is obvious."

"Well... the fat old man's wishful thinking is quite good."

"Also, as you have seen in this year's competition, the pharmacists and weapon refiners in the academy are not high-level. How can you, Zhi Yu's little apprentice, embarrass your master?"

"He knows a lot! Did you tell him?"

"I want to ask the dean to guide you personally. There are some things that need to be told truthfully."

"It turns out that the senior you mentioned earlier who didn't accept apprentices is him?!"

"Why, Yan Yan is not satisfied?"

"The eighth-level spiritual master, the dean of the academy, personally guides me, what can I be dissatisfied with?" Feng Qingyan stopped and shook Xiao Yuchen's arm, "I'm tired, so you can carry me on your back, okay?"

"Okay~~" Xiao Yuchen smiled helplessly, and squatted down.

Leaning on that not-so-broad back, with his hands around Xiao Yuchen's neck, and his chin resting on his shoulder, Feng Qingyan murmured: "I don't care for the teacher of an eighth-level spirit venerable, even if it is a spirit king. It's not even one ten-thousandth of Xiao Chenchen's."

Xiao Yuchen's footsteps stopped, and his heart softened for a moment.

"Yan Yan, this matter is not what I want, but I have to go."

"I know. Don't worry, I won't stop you." Feng Qingyan tried her best to hold back, but still choked up a little, "I just, can't bear to..."

Yanyan, why am I not like this?

Xiao Yuchen did not say these words in the end.He was afraid of causing Feng Qingyan to shed tears, and he was also afraid that he would be shaken when he saw those tears.

It's just that Canglan City has to go.

Xiao Yuchen remained silent, and walked a long distance with Feng Qingyan behind his back.

It wasn't until the little man on the back heard the sound of steady breathing, as if he was in a deep sleep, that he was put on the back of the flying horse behind him.He also got on his horse, held Feng Qingyan tightly in his arms, and flew towards the city on the Pegasus.

Back at the palace, Feng Qingyan still showed no signs of waking up.Xiao Yuchen had no choice but to put him on the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and hugged him inside, covered him with a thin quilt, and lay down on the outside with his clothes on.

Xiao Yuchen thought that Feng Qingyan had fallen asleep, but in fact, Feng Qingyan was just afraid that if she continued to think wildly, she would not be able to help crying, so she fled into the Lingxu.

Thinking that Xiao Yuchen didn't know how long it would take to come back from this trip, and he went to such a far place alone, he ran to the alchemy room and began to crazily refine the elixir.

From this night until Xiao Yuchen left, whenever she was free, Feng Qingyan would seize the time to make alchemy.As for the medicinal materials, the storage ring that Xiao Yuchen brought back last time was full of them, and a lot of gold was swept away in the secret realm.

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　　This chapter is chapter 1217

　　

　

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