I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

Chapter 319
Facing hundreds of gazes, Xie Juichao took it easy.

Carrying a small wooden box, he walked quickly in the direction of Wan'an with his long legs.

"Xie Juichao, drink quickly." As soon as Xie Juichao approached, Wan'an brought a bowl of purple potion that was bubbling with skull bubbles.

Xie Juichao reached out to take the bowl, and saw Mu Gang standing not far away, his facial features flying around, and he was wiping his neck at him.

"What are you looking at? Drink quickly." Wan An turned back and looked in the direction Xie Cong was looking at, and saw Mu Gang holding a wooden stick as a crutch, looking up at the sky, and whistling.

Noticing any problems, Wan'an pointed to the bowl of purple skull bubbles in Xie Juichao's hand and urged: "Drink it while it's hot."

"Brother, do you really dare to drink?" Wan An focused on Xie Juichao, and Mu Gang began to make small movements again.

He clenched his fists and pressed them against his mouth, his face contorted. The macho man was afraid, knowing that Xie Yuchao could hear him, he whispered: "The other potions made by Wan'an are normal, but this pot is for you to drink, it looks strange."

Hearing this, Xie Juan raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Gang.

Withdrawing his eyes and lowering his eyes, he watched a skull bubble burst, and immediately another one popped out, drinking with his expression unchanged.

The entrance of the medicine juice is even weirder and more bitter than the loss of voice medicine refined by Wan'an last night.

Xie Juanzhao frowned tightly, resisted the urge to vomit, put down the empty bowl, met Shang Wanan's concerned eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth hard, smiled and nodded: "It tastes good."

The long-lost cool voice is as refreshing as the white snow in the mountain stream.

"Okay, I know it's bitter." Wan An pursed her lips, with an uncontrollable smile on her brows and eyes, and raised her hand to stuff a bright red cherry into Xie Juanchao's mouth.

The sweet and fruity taste instantly overwhelms the bitterness of the concoction.

"Thank you." Xie Juan lowered his eyebrows and said weakly.

With reddish ear tips, his gaze involuntarily follows the fingertips of Wan An's retracted hand.

Just now... when Wan An was feeding him cherries, the pulp of his index finger inevitably touched his lips.

The cool and soft touch makes Xie Yuchao feel a little dazed at the moment.

Sensing that Xie Chaoan's eyes fell on the crystal box he was covering, Wan An quickly fastened the clasp, and opened his hands to cover the remaining cherries in the crystal box: "This is Xie Chaoan's, you can only eat one .”

Xie Chaoan and Xie Juichao couldn't get along, so he secretly fed Xie Chaoan a piece of fruit that belonged to Xie Chaoan, which was already on the verge of Xie Chaoan's runaway.

No matter how much Wan'an would not give, she could have imagined that if Xie Conchao ate all of Xie Chaoan's fruits, Xie Chaoan would definitely make trouble.

Heartbroken, Xie Juichao quickly looked away from the crystal box containing the cherries.

Doppelgänger is annoying!

"Phoebe, haven't your people arrived yet?" The crow saw that Xie Yuchao, who had come halfway, drank the antidote, which represented that the energy of the Wan'an Flower Spirit soared directly from 43 to 95.But the person Phoebe mentioned hadn't appeared yet, so she couldn't help but urge her.

"What did you do to Ewa?" Ewa didn't come back, and the energy of the ruby ​​pendant appeared in the wooden box Xie Juichao brought back. Phoebe had a bad feeling.

"At the entrance of the ancient trees in the forest, I found dozens of people with weapons and caught many forest animals." Xie Juichao opened the wooden box, looked down at Wan'an and said, "So I tied them up, The animals were also released, which were collected from those people."

The small wooden box was opened, and there was a bronze medal engraved with a dagger pattern and a ruby ​​pendant inside.

Phoebe saw what was in the box, and there was something she didn't understand.

In her plan, the people who arranged to come were all forest hunters, a total of 60 people, all of whom had extraordinary skills.

Those bronze medals, their status symbols, which the hunters of the forest carried with them, were now packed in wooden boxes with ruby ​​pendants.

Phoebe knew that her original foolproof plan had been ruined again.

Before she had a chance to vent her anger, she heard the crow in the judges' seat say, "Since Phoebe has no chance to inspire new flower spirit energy, I now announce that Wan'an won the third round."

"Congratulations, Your Highness, now you are the sole heir of the witch." Crow bowed his head politely in the direction of Wan'an.

It has always treated everyone equally indifferently, but now it is full of respect when facing Wan'an.

(End of this chapter)