The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 944 The Story of the Bronze Sparrow (2)

She was just a little curious, how could she sell alchemy to Tongque Ji with the posture of a high-level alchemist.

Xie Wanrong secretly wrote down the name Tongqueji, and stayed at Aunt Zhang's house for several hours.

It was almost dusk when we left the water village.

Qi Jinghuan saw Xie Wanrong's thoughts at a glance, and he pampered her head: "Are you going to make alchemy? Wan'er, are you afraid that I can't support you?"

Xie Wanrong laughed out loud.

There was a warm light in her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and she coughed lightly: "What do you think?"

Qi Jinghuan hugged Xie Wanrong in his arms, and said teasingly: "Okay, as a husband, I will depend on my wife in the future."

"Go aside." Xie Wanrong pushed the man who was sticking to her side out with both hands, she pushed him, and he stuck tighter, making Xie Wanrong laugh angrily.

The happiness of two people is very simple.

They can live the most ordinary life, throw away all their identities, and just be a loving couple.

Under the soft and dim sunset, the lights came on, elongating the figures of the two on the street.

Xie Wanrong leaned quietly on his body, not listening to the disputes of the bustling street, her steps were light and slowed down.

She suddenly discovered that just walking on the street like this is hard to be sweet and happy.

"Ah Huan, if we want to stay, shouldn't we have a home." The home belonged to the two of them.

Qi Jinghuan's phoenix eyes deepened, and the deep and knife-carved facial features became extremely soft, his eyes faced each other, and against the night, Xie Wanrong's eyes were like a pair of very tempting abysses.

He never imagined that the life the two of them most yearned for would come true on this strange continent.

"Okay!" The simple word contained all the warmth.

Qi Jinghuan smiled deeply: "Then I have to work hard to earn money to support the family as a husband."

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Five days later, Xie Wanrong changed her attire and came to the story of the Bronze Sparrow that Shuangxi was talking about by herself.

Tongqueji is a large shop in Phoenix City. The exquisite and classically decorated facade gives people a very oppressive feeling, but it is another feeling to step through the threshold.

The shopkeeper stood in front of the cabinet, with rows of red sandalwood shelves behind him.

On the right side is the Taishi chair where the guests are seated.

She glanced at the small celadon bottles on the red sandalwood shelves, and the names of the pills were marked on the bottom row of the bottles.

The shop is filled with the familiar aroma of herbs.

"My lord, what kind of elixir have you taken a fancy to?" Anyone who entered Tongqueji had the mentality of buying it, and the shopkeeper was a middle-aged man, and his attitude of exporting was not really enthusiastic.

Xie Wanrong appeared in The Story of the Tongque in men's clothing.

Her dark eyes rolled around, but she didn't speak for a long time.

The shopkeeper looked at Xie Wanrong for a while, seeing her extraordinary appearance, he decided that she was a nobleman, and remembered that they had hired a new alchemist a few days ago.

The elixir made by that elixir master, whether it is fineness or elixir, is top-notch.

And from the tone of his master, it is not difficult to hear that although this newly hired alchemist is unknown in the Jianghu, the elixirs he has practiced are even better than their senior alchemist, Mr. Wen.

If Mr. Wen hadn't lost the bet with their master and voluntarily refined the three-year pill for their Tongqueji, their name of Tongqueji would not have been established in Yuexi Country.

The two were silent for a while, and the shopkeeper silently took out a porcelain bottle.

When the shopkeeper opened his mouth, Xie Wanrong also took out a porcelain bottle and put it in front of the cabinet.

(End of this chapter)