Miss Almighty Waste

Chapter 1122: Alchemy Competition (10)

Although Ouyang Yuanhong said so, it didn't take long before a maid came to serve Luo Yi a separate tea.

After taking a sip of the new tea, Roy finally showed a satisfied expression on his face.

"I really don't understand why you craftsmen like to drink incense tea. To me, the taste is even more bitter than Coptis chinensis."

Luo Yi said, but he didn't even bother to look at the tea on the table.

Although the fragrance of incense tea is wafting, it smells really good.

"What did you come to see me for?"

Ouyang Yuanhong looked at Luo Yi.

In front of outsiders, this guy has always shown no expression of emotion or anger, and is very sinister, but in front of himself, he is always so unscrupulous and soft and weak, it seems that he really deserves to be beaten.

When Roy heard Ouyang Yuanhong's question, he didn't hide it.

"Yunyan has become your junior sister?"

Luo Yi said, Ouyang Yuanhong nodded.

"So, you'd better stop thinking about her now."

Ouyang Yuanhong said, but Luo Yi smiled when he heard it.

"Are you ready to protect her? But..."

Roy hesitated to speak.

Ouyang Yuanhong picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of the tea in it, and then said slowly.

"But what?"

"But... if she is that goddess!"

"impossible!"

"I mean but what if!"

"There aren't so many if... the goddess is Yun Qingqing."

Ouyang Yuanhong was very sure, but Luo Yi smiled and said nothing.

After Roy finished drinking the tea in the teacup, the servant girl immediately rushed out from the dark to pour him a new one.

The tea exudes a faint aroma, and the surroundings are so quiet.

After a long time, Ouyang Yuanhong looked at Luo Yi again, but his face was very serious.

"How sure are you?"

"Eight points!"

"When did you suspect it?"

"When Yun Yan was with my younger brother Luo Fan."

"So long... maybe..."

"No possibility. If the Goddess is not Yun Qingqing, she must be Yun Yan. However, Yun Yan is more likely than Yun Qingqing now."

Luo Yi said, Ouyang Yuanhong heard it but stopped talking.

The two of them just sat in the gazebo, silent.

In the sky, the moon is very round, piercing through the dark clouds for a while, and showing a shy face for a while, it is really naughty.

In the dead of night, with the help of the dim moonlight, one could vaguely see Yun Yan sleeping soundly on the big bed in the room, unaware of the thin tube that suddenly protruded from the window, and a faint white smoke was floating inside.

Smoke entered the room and quickly dissipated.

"Master, son..."

Xiaohong patted Zhifeng's face lightly, Zhifeng woke up quietly, and immediately retreated defensively, but when he saw clearly that the person in front of him was a woman, he relaxed his guard a little.

"you are?"

Zhi Feng asked, and instantly realized that what she was wearing was no longer Sunon's school uniform, but a high-grade silk pajamas.

only……

"hiss!!!"

With a slight twist, Zhiyong felt pain like a tearing wound, but even so, no blood flowed out. It can be seen that the wound medicine on the wound is the best wound medicine.

But where exactly is this place?

He clearly remembered that he was caught by a mysterious person and tortured in a prison-like room. Why did he come to a woman's boudoir in the blink of an eye?

Xiaohong looked at Zhifeng. Like Zhiyong, he was a very honest person.

Seeing himself, apart from haze and doubt in his eyes, there is no half-hearted thought.

Obviously, I have carefully dressed up, and the incense burning in the incense burner on the table in the room also contains aphrodisiac ingredients.

(End of this chapter)