My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 252 Shocked

"Gao Lao, what's the problem?"

Seeing Elder Gao stop suddenly, Murong Jiuqing couldn't help frowning in wonder, and turned to ask him.

problem?

This is a big problem, okay?
Elder Gao's hand holding the Spirit Gathering Grass trembled.

Hearing Murong Jiuqing's inquiry, he almost jumped up excitedly from the ground again.

"Jiu girl, the year of these spirit-gathering grass must be a coincidence, right?"

Elder Gao stammered and asked.

How come every plant he caught was 300 years old?
The probability of this coincidence happening is too high, right?

The muscles on Gao Lao's face twitched and he lowered his head, looking at the three 300-year-old Juling Grass in the jade box.

"Of course not." Murong Jiuqing shook his head puzzled.

"These spirit-gathering grasses are specially selected by me, specially selected for 300 years. Elder Gao, is there something wrong with these spirit-gathering grasses?"

Murong Jiu talked inside and outside, with an understatement.

Hearing it in Old Gao's ears, it exploded like a thunderbolt.

"What? Picked on purpose?"

Elder Gao opened his eyes wide in shock, looking at the understated smile on Murong Jiuqing's face, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't close his mouth.

"Jiu girl, you said, you said that you picked these spirit-gathering grasses specially, and each plant is 300 years old?"

oh my god...

He must be still dreaming today, right?
Otherwise, why do auditory hallucinations occur?

Yes, it must be a dream.

He must not be awake yet.

Elder Gao rubbed his ears with his hands and shook his head in disbelief.

"Yes." Murong Jiuqing nodded.

Ga!
Elder Gao froze as he rubbed his ears.

At this moment, I was completely stunned.

"Old Gao, old Gao?"

Murong Jiuqing stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Gao Lao.

Isn't it just a sack of 300-year-old Juling Grass?
Do you want to be so exaggerated?
Thinking of this, Murong Jiuqing stretched out his hand guiltily, and touched the Xuan Tianzhu pattern on his wrist.

In it, there are many 500-year-old Juling Grass, as well as a forearm-high Juling Grass Emperor.

Just when Murong Jiu was thinking about it.

Elder Gao came back to his senses, and the corner of his mouth twitched quickly.

He coughed dryly, and asked Murong Jiuqing cautiously.

"Cough, girl, how many of these spirit-gathering grasses are there?"

He did a general visual inspection just now, and there are at least forty or fifty of these spirit-gathering plants, right?
"Probably close to a hundred."

Murong Jiuqing made a rough estimate, and then reported a figure.

This time she was going out to visit the Immortal Yun Mo, and she didn't know how long it would be before she came back.

That's why I deliberately brought some more spirit-gathering grass over, and put them on consignment at Mr. Gao's place.

"What? A hundred plants??"

As soon as Mr. Gao heard this number, his face was extremely shocked as if he had heard some shocking news.

God...

Nearly one hundred spirit-gathering grasses.

the earth...

Moreover, the age of the hundred spirit-gathering grasses was all 300 years old.

When did Spirit Gathering Grass become so worthless?
Damn girl, this is the spirit-gathering grass, the spirit-gathering grass.

She thought it was the weeds that can be seen everywhere outside, and there are a lot of weeds if you just grab it?
"Illusion, this must be an illusion." Gao Lao said to himself with a broken expression.

He first lowered his head and looked at the luxuriant spirit-gathering grass in his hand.

Then he looked at the dusty sack on the ground.

God knows……

The famous and majestic spirit king was beaten to pieces by a girl who didn't have even the slightest amount of spiritual power in her body.

(End of this chapter)