The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1708 It's Really a Thousand Years White Grass

Everyone's attention was focused on Guan Ziwei.

In room No. [-] of Tianzi, the middle-aged man stood up and looked at Guan Ziwei through the wall.

"Ah,"

Guan Ziwei was unwilling to reconcile, and the corners of his lips curled into a hint of sarcasm: "Isn't it just ten thousand years of white grass, I recognize this trap."

With trembling fingers, he grabbed a herb from the space and took it out.

Spreading his hands, a white grass with pure aura appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone was shocked.

This is really a white grass that has reached ten thousand years!

"Ten thousand years! My dear, this is really a ten thousand year white grass!"

"I thought it was a lie, but I didn't expect it to be true. Who is the person in the second room of Tianzi? Could it be that he is really that Dr. Luo?"

"It's very possible. If he is really Dr. Luo, this person is definitely not easy to mess with."

"Guan Ziwei is really shameless. He secretly changed the white grass, which caused us to waste such a long time and wronged others..."

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The middle-aged man was shocked, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Really... this is really a thousand-year-old white grass..."

Even the alchemists beside him were shocked, this was the first time they saw white grass that was ten thousand years old.

The middle-aged man snorted a few times, and glanced at him: "Trash, I asked you to get the white grass on his body, why didn't you find it?"

The man's face turned pale, and he blurted out: "Pavilion Master, I didn't know he would hide the white grass in the interspatial ring..."

The middle-aged man choked suddenly.

Everyone is still discussing.

The topics discussed are all about this white grass that has reached ten thousand years, and the identity of the distinguished guest of No. [-] room that day.

The head of the White Temple walked in front of Guan Ziwei, and he stretched out his hand: "Mr. Guan, give me the white grass."

For some reason, when Wannian Baicao was held in his hands, he could obviously feel that he was no longer in so much pain, and even relieved a lot of pain.

But in order to survive, Guan Ziwei took a deep breath, and gave the ten thousand year old white grass in his hand to the head of the White Temple.

The master of the White Temple looked down at the white grass in his hand, his eyes seemed a little hot, he took out the square box from his cuff, took out the century-old white grass, put in the ten-thousand-year white grass, and at the same time, called a maid: "Return the things to the distinguished guest in room No. [-] of Tianzi."

The Ten Thousand Years White Grass was sealed, and the rich aura also dissipated.

Everyone is sorry.

A white grass that has reached ten thousand years, if its aura is pure, can buy tens of millions of spiritual stones.

I am afraid that only those from big families can afford it.

Without the Wannian white grass, Guan Ziwei raised his eyes to look at Tianzi No. [-] room, his eyes were red and bloodshot: "I have already returned the things, quickly bring the antidote."

The crowd fell silent.

Luo Qingxie handed the silver needle in Feng Yi's hand, and casually said: "Why worry, this poison will not kill you."

The veins on Guan Ziwei's face popped.

Feng Yi looked down at the silver needle in his hand, his expression was too nervous, and he pondered over and over again what Luo Qingxie had told him in his mind.

Luo Qingxie raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Yi: "Wait a minute, do you know what to do?"

"That... Dr. Luo," Feng Yi looked nervous and felt uneasy: "Can you tell me again, I'm afraid I won't be able to tie it properly..."

Hearing this, Luo Qingxie raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Then consider him unlucky."

(End of this chapter)