The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly, took the bottle, looked at it carefully in her hand, looked at the little old man's painful and distorted face, and smiled: "You cherish your useless pills so much, don't you care about figs? Cherish? Distressed, right? If you feel distressed, you will feel distressed. If you pretend to be generous, if you take out another bottle, I don’t want more. You also have credit, and we are half of each other.”

Feng Zhuyue took back what she said earlier that she only needed one. She thought there would be two or three at most, but she didn't know there were twelve.

Besides, this little old man must be stingy, the elixir on his body can be eaten as candy, and he is still reluctant to eat it. It is a waste to keep such a precious thing as a fig with him.

Violence is an act that will be condemned by God.

Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, the little old man took out another black bottle from the jade pendant on his chest without saying a word, snatched the figs from Feng Zhuyue's hand, counted half of them seriously, and poured them into his own black bottle , and happily returned the remaining six to Feng Zhuyue.

Feng Zhuyue rolled her eyes helplessly, wouldn't this little old man hide it?

Curling her lips helplessly, Feng Zhuyue put away the black bottle.

Feng Zhuyue looked at the clean sky above, and the smile on the corner of her mouth widened.

"Cang, I'm coming back."

"You're leaving?" The little old man was still immersed in the joy of figs, but when he heard Feng Zhuyue's words that he was leaving, his expression immediately became agitated.

Feng Zhuyue glanced at him, curled her lips: "I'm leaving, you don't want me to stay here with you, it's impossible."

"Okay, I won't stop you, but you can't get over the miasma above, just wait for me."

Feng Zhuyue looked at the little old man curiously, and the little old man started the only care in his life for so long.

He put all the medicinal materials here into his jade pendant, only then did Feng Zhuyue realize that it had always thought that what had been piled up into a mountain on the other side were dry firewood, but it turned out to be discarded medicinal residues!

How many pills did this little old man refine here?

The little old man set the medicine residues on fire, and after finishing other things, he said to Feng Zhuyue, "Go, little girl, I'll take you out."

The corner of Feng Zhuyue's mouth twitched: "Crazy old man, are you right? Are you going to send me out?"

The little old man shrugged: "I'm tired of staying here, I want to go out for a walk. For example, go out and find someone to try my medicine."

Feng Zhuyue felt that this little old man had finally thought about it, and that she really couldn't pass through the layer of miasma above, and it was her fate that she would not die if she fell down.

The most important thing is that she met the little old man, otherwise, she would have died of illness.

Feng Zhuyue didn't refuse either, the little old man gave her a elixir and told her to take it, saying it could resist miasma.

Feng Zhuyue believed in the little old man's elixir. Besides, his elixir was so good that he was reluctant to give it to others. It was not for nothing if she didn't take it. If she hesitated, maybe he would go back immediately, regardless of her life or death. up.

But going up now is a little troublesome, no matter how good her lightness kung fu is, she doesn't think it's possible to leap over the abyss to reach the top of the mountain.

While thinking, a flying carpet fell in front of Feng Zhuyue's eyes, and the little old man stood on it.

"Little girl, come up quickly."

PS: Update three chapters first, I have something to do in the afternoon, and come back in the evening to continue updating.I would like to recommend a new book by my friend Yinfantuan "Indulging in the Last Days for 10000 Days: The Corpse King Dotes on His Wife" Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly, took the bottle, and looked at it carefully in his hand, looking at the little old man's painful and distorted body face, and smiled: "You cherish your useless pills so much, don't you cherish figs? Do you feel distressed? If you feel distressed, you will feel distressed. Why do you pretend to be generous? If you take another bottle out, I don't want more. You have it too. Credit, we are one and a half."

Feng Zhuyue took back what she said earlier that she only needed one. She thought there would be two or three at most, but she didn't know there were twelve.

Besides, this little old man must be stingy, the elixir on his body can be eaten as candy, and he is still reluctant to eat it. It is a waste to keep such a precious thing as a fig with him.

Violence is an act that will be condemned by God.

Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, the little old man took out another black bottle from the jade pendant on his chest without saying a word, snatched the figs from Feng Zhuyue's hand, counted half of them seriously, and poured them into his own black bottle , and happily returned the remaining six to Feng Zhuyue.

Feng Zhuyue rolled her eyes helplessly, wouldn't this little old man hide it?

Curling her lips helplessly, Feng Zhuyue put away the black bottle.

Feng Zhuyue looked at the clean sky above, and the smile on the corner of her mouth widened.

"Cang, I'm coming back."

"You're leaving?" The little old man was still immersed in the joy of figs, but when he heard Feng Zhuyue's words that he was leaving, his expression immediately became agitated.

Feng Zhuyue glanced at him, curled her lips: "I'm leaving, you don't want me to stay here with you, it's impossible."

"Okay, I won't stop you, but you can't get over the miasma above, just wait for me."

Feng Zhuyue looked at the little old man curiously, and the little old man started the only care in his life for so long.

He put all the medicinal materials here into his jade pendant, only then did Feng Zhuyue realize that it had always thought that what had been piled up into a mountain on the other side were dry firewood, but it turned out to be discarded medicinal residues!

How many pills did this little old man refine here?

The little old man set the medicine residues on fire, and after finishing other things, he said to Feng Zhuyue, "Go, little girl, I'll take you out."

The corner of Feng Zhuyue's mouth twitched: "Crazy old man, are you right? Are you going to send me out?"

The little old man shrugged: "I'm tired of staying here, I want to go out for a walk. For example, go out and find someone to try my medicine."

Feng Zhuyue felt that this little old man had finally thought about it, and that she really couldn't pass through the layer of miasma above, and it was her fate that she would not die if she fell down.

The most important thing is that she met the little old man, otherwise, she would have died of illness.

Feng Zhuyue didn't refuse either, the little old man gave her a elixir and told her to take it, saying it could resist miasma.

Feng Zhuyue believed in the little old man's elixir. Besides, his elixir was so good that he was reluctant to give it to others. It was not for nothing if she didn't take it. If she hesitated, maybe he would go back immediately, regardless of her life or death. up.

But going up now is a little troublesome, no matter how good her lightness kung fu is, she doesn't think it's possible to leap over the abyss to reach the top of the mountain.

While thinking, a flying carpet fell in front of Feng Zhuyue's eyes, and the little old man stood on it.

"Little girl, come up quickly."

PS: Update three chapters first, I have something to do in the afternoon, and come back in the evening to continue updating.I would like to recommend a new book by my friend Yinfantuan "Indulging in the Last Days for 10000 Days: The Corpse King Dotes on His Wife"