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Chapter 313 You Can Give Xie Juichao a Drink

She was wearing a long black dress embroidered with poppy lace, holding a bouquet of flowers and plants in her arms.

There was also a fat, white dumpling flapping its wings and flying around her head.

It grabbed a handful of flowers with both hands, first inserted a white camellia in her hair, and pinned a white freesia in her ear.

The emerald green eyes blinked, and he smiled happily: "I will dress up your highness beautifully, and your highness will definitely continue to teach me how to make magic potions."

"Little Nightingale? Wan'an." Mu Gang was pleasantly surprised.

"Your Highness, this little flower is for you." Nightingale, who passed by Mu Gang before, wanted to put the flower she brought in Wan An's arms, but seeing that she was already hugging her full, she was at a loss when she flew beside her.

"You came just in time, help me get some, these will be used to refine magic potions later." Wan'an was not polite, and put the bouquet of flowers in his arms into Saimu Gang's arms.

Reaching out to take the little red flower sent by Nightingale, she patted Nightingale's head lightly with her slender index finger: "I like it very much, thank you."

On the way Mu Gang followed Wan'an to the refining platform, he met various animals blocking the way to send Wan'an flowers and plants.

"Are these animals captured by the circus?" Mu Gang saw these passing animals who were extremely enthusiastic about Wan'an, and they were very familiar.

They also all have one thing in common, with large and small scars on their bodies, or some limbs.

"Well, in this magic potion refining competition, no matter precious or common medicinal materials, you can use them at will, so I plan to refine some potions that can heal them." Wan'an replied.

According to the rules of the competition, the medicinal materials for refining the magic potions can be picked anywhere in the Fairy Tale Forest. The only requirement is that the participating witch candidates cannot leave the Sky Garden.

So Xie Chaoan and Cesar, led by singing, went to the forest to help Wan'an pick medicinal materials.

There are also some easy-to-move animals who follow the diagrams of medicinal materials and pick them.

The nightingale who just sent the little red flower was one of them.

Wan An explained, his hands kept moving, and he was refining five different magic potions at the same time.

She retrieved her memory, and the memory of the thick book belonging to the refining of magic potions also came back.

Don't be afraid anymore, use the recipes and spells you heard from Kabuna to practice some strange potions.

Seeing Wan'an smashing the petals of the red flower that Nightingale sent just now, and throwing them into a pot of stone pot with bubbles of purple skulls, Mu Gang sniffed, smelling the smell of bitter cucumber and celery, Curious: "Is this purple vegetable soup?"

As a witch candidate, Wan An: "..."

"To heal the throat." After placing the petals, Wan An put a spoonful of this potion into the crystal bottle: "The nightingale's throat was injured just now, this potion can heal."

After filling the potion, she took the green leaves beside it and threw them into the pot, and increased the fire: "Boil it for a while, and it will be ready for Xie Juichao to drink."

Staring at the pot of purple potion that smelled strange and bubbled with skulls, Mu Gang fell silent.

To be honest, he was a little skeptical that this potion could really cure Xie Juichao's hoarse voice?

After all, this appearance is really weird.

Thinking that Xie Juichao usually doesn't talk much, and now he relies on writing for everything, Mu Gang raised his hand and touched his neck, and couldn't help nodding his head in congratulation: "That's great."

"What are you doing!" Buka's angry voice suddenly came from not far away.

Wan'an followed the prestige and saw a white cat stuffing the medicinal materials that Buka had just sorted into its mouth.

Next to it was a mouse carrying a pipe, smoking the petals that Buka had arranged.

"This is no one's hand, and the scumbag has started to be used." Wan'an dangerously narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)