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Chapter 287 Verbal Rejection

Ding Shan rolled his eyes, and asked tentatively again: "I don't know, what is the name of Ye Daoyou's master, maybe he is an old acquaintance with the elder Yuanying of our Danxiamen."

"That's right, a Nascent Soul cultivator has come to our Danxia Sect's grounds. Our Danxia Sect should do our best to be a landlord."

Mo Wushuang frowned, a little annoyed at the two people's way of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

But in order to dispel the doubts of the two, she still said patiently:

"My master has always kept a low profile, and I don't like things that happen on the stage, so I have made a special statement. It is really inconvenient for me to tell the name of my master, so I ask the two fellow daoists to forgive me."

The two looked at each other, and it was inconvenient for him to say anything more after talking to this point.

"The two of us didn't know that Ye Daoyou's family history already has a master. This is because we are a little bit Meng Lang, and here we apologize to Ye Daoyou."

Ding Shan apologized.

Mo Wushuang waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay."

The three talked for a while, then left.

Mo Wushuang closed the shop, and when he returned to the backyard, his face darkened.

I don't know if the two of them believed what they said, but Mo Wushuang did not say anything. Her master was originally a half-step god.

Mo Wushuang sighed, "It seems that we can't stay here any longer."

On the second day, Mo Wushuang simply cleaned up, posted a notice of closing the store, and prepared to leave directly.

The announcement had just been posted, and she was about to close the door when it was blocked by a palm.

Mo Wushuang frowned, and a monk in a black cloak pushed open the door and walked in. The cloak wrapped him tightly, and even his face was covered by the hood.

It can only be seen from the figure that this is a man.

"Friend Daoist, the shop is closed."

The man ignored it, walked directly into the shop, and then closed the door behind him. He also casually set up a sound-proof barrier.

Seeing his behavior like this, Mo Wushuang's face turned cold, "My fellow Taoist, what do you mean?"

Mo Wushuang felt a deep sense of danger from this man.

"You are Alchemist Ye. I heard that your alchemy skills are very good. Now I want you to refine a furnace of elixir for me,"

Mo Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the word "Ben Jun" showed that the man in front of him was a demon cultivator, or a demon cultivator at the alchemy stage.

In this continent of Zhongwu, Taoist cultivators in the alchemy stage are generally called real people, and demon cultivators in the alchemy stage are called demon kings.

Mo Wushuang gritted her teeth, she was really a big showman, and this time she really missed the test.

"I don't know what kind of elixir the senior wants the junior to refine. The junior's ability is limited, so I'm afraid it won't satisfy the senior."

"You are a cunning boy. Since I can find you, I know you well. Don't worry, as long as you can refine the elixir that I need, I will not treat you badly. "

Mo Wushuang cursed secretly in his heart, treat me badly, I am afraid that the day when the alchemy is completed will be the time for my death.

But she didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction on her face, but said calmly: "Then I don't know what kind of elixir the senior asked the junior to refine."

The black-robed man looked her up and down, as if he was satisfied with her sense of humor, he took out a piece of paper from the storage bag, and said, "This is Dan Fang, you should take a look first."

Mo Wushuang took the prescription respectfully and looked at it. There was no indication on the prescription what kind of pill it was. Seeing this, Mo Wushuang felt even more depressed.

(End of this chapter)