Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 92
From this moment on, this scene began to be turbulent, flickering, and it seemed that the owner of the memory wanted to avoid it deliberately.

The black figure shook his body, and the scene stabilized again.

A faint line began to appear on its body, which was glowing slightly, and it could sense who was at the other end of the line.

But this link is so weak that it can almost be ignored.

The surrounding area is empty, which seems to represent the passage of time.

Every time Fang Ling went to find the young man, his face became paler.

No matter how nervous he was, he felt wrong, "What's the matter with you?"

The young man took out a black elixir, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

He was almost skinny, and his sickly face was full of depression, "Damn it, those who don't know think I'm a demon cultivator."

This is just the most common spirit-returning pill, but he refined it into a black pill.

Pure black at this time seems to mean unknown.

Fang Ling's eyeballs were enlarged, "Have you lost your mind?"

He was slapped on the head, completely useless, he cried out in pain.

The young man snorted coldly, "Try again if you dare to insult me."

Fang Ling was anxious, "Then why?"

"It's not a matter of state of mind." The young man was very indifferent, "My Dao Xin is on the road of alchemy until it gets dark, and there is no time when I go crazy."

Fang Ling couldn't believe it, "Every time you lie down, you seem to be in a very good mood..."

He was knocked on the head again, and the young man's eyes were cold, "If this is the problem, should I wait until I am promoted to Jindan before I die?"

Fang Ling was about to cry, "Then why! Ning Qing, you must not die!"

The young man's eyes were even colder.

Fang Ling was about to die of anger, "Young master, young master, young master! It's not a question of titles now! It's not a question of my opinion either!"

The young man sat down, looked far away, and waited until Fang Ling couldn't take it anymore before saying, "Fang Ling, I was plotted against."

"What! Who plotted against you! I'll kill him!"

"I don't know." The young man stared at the pill, "But I have a premonition that I seem to be dying."

Fang Ling felt suffocated.

The young man looked back at him, his appearance hadn't changed at all for so many years.

"If I die, you must cry like hell."

"..."

"Dare to forget me, and I will take you away with me."

Fang Ling was crying to death, and screamed, "Ning Qing! Who the hell!"

Ning Qing seemed to be in a trance, and gave him the storage bag after a while, "This is for you, use it to promote Jindan."

"Ning Qing!"

"What did you call me?"

"Master! Master! I beg you! Can you stop joking! I'm stupid, I don't understand what you mean!"

"I suspect that the old guy couldn't understand me selling his hard work, and turned into a ghost to come to me."

By this time he was still teasing him.

Ning Qing lowered his eyes, a little tired, "Okay, please be quiet and do as I say."

Fang Ling wanted to say something else, but Ning Qing told him to shut up, "I'll try to make another batch of pills, and leave me alone."

Fang Ling almost exhaled through his nose, "No practice!"

No practice, no practice, no practice!
These three words are repeated everywhere in all directions.

Because Ning Qing died suddenly during an alchemy.

Fang Ling stood in the room with a dead silence on his face.

"Why can't I persuade him?"

"Why does he never listen to me?"

"Who is plotting against him?"

The black figure was suddenly pushed out.

At this time, the night was getting dark, Fang Ling was sweating profusely, his hands were resting on the incomplete stone wall and he couldn't take it back, his eyes were closed tightly as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare.

The black figure didn't care, and he put his chin to his heart and sighed in admiration.

It turned out to be such a story.

In "Xiu Xian Miscellaneous Records", an alchemist died suddenly for no reason. In order to find the cause of the alchemist's death, his friend Qi Shi traveled all over the Wangzhi Continent, looking for an enemy who didn't seem to exist.

Everyone is telling the device master that the alchemist is suicidal, and the stubborn device master will not listen to anyone.

The beginning and the beginning of the story are the next story of the weapon master's investigation. The ones between him and Ning Qing are just the summary of the previous situation.

Mu Anran only needs to describe the friendship between the weapon master and the alchemist in a few sentences, which is enough to drive the master to search for the murderer for decades.

Looking at it now, Mu Anran felt that he was a bit sloppy at the time, maybe he should write about it.

Fang Ling finally woke up from the nightmare, let go and leaned back against the wall.

He panted heavily, and soon his eyes fell silent, looking at the black figure silently.

Today's him is very different from what he remembered. Only by looking carefully can one see a bit of the tiger-headed and tiger-headed shadow of his childhood.

"Your friend Gan Ningqing, he doesn't seem to regard you as a friend either."

The fist the size of a sandbag shattered the stone wall behind the black figure, and fire burst out from the cracks.

Fang Ling's eyes were full of killing intent.

The black shadow raised his hands in surrender, begging for mercy, "I won't say anything."

Non-humanoids speak and act like humans.

Fang Ling hated it deeply.

The black figure is also resentful.

Which pot does not open and which pot is lifted, it just can't control this mouth.

Fang Ling took a deep breath, "What did you promise me?"

The black figure withdrew his hand and said, "Go to Daorong Academy."

"what?"

The Fang Ling who asked this sentence has a lot in common with the memory.

The black man said, "At Daorong Academy, a person's medicine pill is about to have black spots. Go and watch the process, and you might be able to find the murderer."

"You mean the murderer is now in Dao Rong Academy?"

Human voices could be heard in the distance, and when the first ray of sunlight leaked from the horizon, the black figure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Ling chased after a few steps, almost hysterical, "You better make sure that what you say is true!"

Don't lie to him!

Fang Ling glared.

Don't lie to him.

Fang Ling prayed.

Mu Tianyun had been knocking on the door for a long time, and when he was getting impatient, the door opened.

Mu Anran leaned against the door and yawned, "Where is the soul?"

"..."

Standing up or not, acting like a fool, is not as good as when she was mentally retarded.

After arranging Mu Anran's meal in his heart, Mu Tianyun finally felt much better.

He put on the appearance of a big brother, "I haven't opened the door for so long, I still think something happened to you."

Mu Tianyun looked into the house vaguely, and was startled when he looked back at Mu Anran.

She had a half-smile, "Where are you looking?"

vulgar!

Mu Tianyun is graceful, "Sister Anran, we have delayed enough time. Why don't you pack up and prepare to return to Tiandu Xiancheng?"

He thought it would be difficult, but Mu Anran agreed, "Yes."

Mu Tianyun was taken aback for a moment, then asked her when she was going to leave.

"Snapped!"

The door is closed.

Mu Tianyun's face turned blue and purple, and kicked the door frame fiercely.

Mu Anran, you wait for him!

(End of this chapter)