magician

Chapter 216 Thinking Too Much

"I'm not here, so where should I be?" Yin Huanhuan smiled and looked at the God of Plague.

Looking at him, he was not surprised that she was still alive, but it was surprising that she appeared here.

"Aren't you..." God of Plague almost blurted out, and stopped abruptly, "What are you doing here? Is there anything you can do with me?"

Immortal demeanor, with a solemn expression, not angry and majestic.

Yin Huanhuan raised his eyebrows, it's terrible, it's terrible, these days, even the god of plague has begun to show off.

"When I saw an old friend, I just said hello. Why are you nervous?" Yin Huanhuan put his hands on his chest and said with a smile, "As a god of plague, you've been busy with work recently, right? Look at your haggard face, tsk tsk! Why do you feel that wrinkles are coming out? Already!"

This topic seems to have reached the heart of the God of Plague in an instant, without going through the brain at all, he sighed with a sad face: "Hey! Isn't it! A few years ago, the weather was good, and I was moldy in idleness, and suddenly I was busy with so many things. My feet don't touch the ground. At first I looked at nothing to do, but now I'm too busy to take a good rest, my proud face..."

Touching his face with one hand, his gesture froze, and he looked at the smiling Yin Huanhuan in a blink of an eye.

"I have beauty and beauty pills here, which are freshly baked, and the efficacy of the medicine is guaranteed to be better than before. I also added fresh flower dew to collect the first drops of dew in the morning. It took nearly a month to get so much. Think about it?" Yin Huanhuan shook the small bottle in his hand, and the pills jingled in it.

The God of Plague is not particularly presumptuous, especially with a monster like Yan Junfan and a stunning beauty like the Demon King, the God of Plague can be considered handsome at best.

However, he is very concerned about his appearance, and he takes care of his appearance very carefully every day, even some fairies feel inferior.

Just as the God of Plague wanted to nod, he held back and asked, "What do you want me to do again?"

It was not a day or two since he had dealt with Yin Huanhuan, and the God of Plague instinctively made a defensive move.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know what the higher-ups asked you to do." Yin Huanhuan threw the bottle in his hand, "Here! Take it first."

The God of Plague quickly caught it, carefully guarded it in his arms, and stared at Yin Huanhuan defensively. Seeing that she really didn't intend to come and take it back, he opened the bottle cap and smelled it with confidence.

His eyes lit up, and he carefully protected him in his arms. The God of Plague asked Yin Huanhuan warily, "You really just want to know what the higher-ups asked me to do here?"

Yin Huanhuan smiled and nodded, "I've already given you something, it's a very simple matter, let's talk about it."

"Come here to create a plague, and most of the people will die." The God of Plague said truthfully.

"So, you've been here for a while?" The spread of the plague can be said to be fast or slow, but so many people will always die, and there will always be a process.

"Well, it will take a few more days."

"How many days? It spread quickly!" Yin Huanhuan's eyes flickered slightly, "Okay, you can go."

The God of Plague didn't stay for a moment and disappeared.

Yan Junfan took off his cloak and appeared, "Yangyan Pill? If I remember correctly, isn't that your sleeping pill in the bottle?"

Yin Huanhuan smiled and said: "It's good to know, what are you talking about?"

Mo Hong fell down from the dark place, managed to get up, and patted the dust off her body, "My lord, since it's something different, why didn't he smell it?"

"He's not a dog? How can he smell it?"

"... But that's different... Since he likes Yangyan Pill so much, he smelled it specially, so he must be familiar with the smell, right?"

"Hey, because I added the same spices to the sleeping pills as the Yangyan pills."

"..." Mo Hong blinked and recalled, "The little master knew that he would meet the God of Plague?"

Yin Huanhuan blinked and smiled.

Mo Hong finally understands, planning for a rainy day is all about knowing yourself and your enemy!
When they returned to Mingyue Pavilion, it was already late, and the crown prince had just returned, with a serious expression on his face.

"The situation is not optimistic. The local officials are full of private pockets and do nothing. They are damned! The people have been displaced. Now I have arranged for those people to build emergency shelters for the people to take refuge. The supplies brought by the father have also been sent out, but it is a drop in the bucket."

"These are just one aspect." Yin Huanhuan said, "Brother Prince, your current plan is to quickly let the imperial doctor who came with you check on the sick people, and then immediately send people to burn medicinal herbs everywhere, cook medicinal soup to prevent diseases, and distribute it. .If it is any later, the plague may spread."

"Plague?!" Tianlin's face became ugly. "When I first entered the city, I did see a few people who looked uncomfortable. I have sent an imperial doctor to treat them. It's not just a cold."

"At that time, the god of plague was overwhelmed by the little main medicine. If you don't act now, when the god of plague wakes up, this place will be a hell. At that time, the business of Yan Luodian will explode again." Mo Hong said with a face of jealousy .

"Yan Luodian's business is good, it's none of your business!" Zi Sha was speechless.

"Originally nothing happened, but that guy Hades came to brag in front of me every three days, it's so annoying! It's better that his business is poor to the end, so that he won't have the mood to bother me!"

"..." Zisha really stopped talking now.

"God of Plague?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had never been in contact with a person like God, so he couldn't help but frowned, "God of Plague, did you come here to spread disaster?"

"God of plague, god of plague, what else can we do if we don't spread disasters? He was tricked into falling asleep by the young master. He still can't wake up for a while, so the prince should hurry to take preventive measures. We have prepared quite a lot of wormwood, and the prince hastened to send someone Go to a crowded place and burn more." Mo Hong pointed outside, Yin Huanhuan took him to search in the mountains before, and found a lot of wormwood to bring back.

Should be barely enough.

The prince was relieved when he saw the wormwood piled up outside, "That would be great! Thank you cousin! I'll go to work first!"

His Royal Highness left, Zitan poured a cup of tea for Yin Huanhuan.

When he just came back, Yin Huanhuan didn't even take a sip of tea, so he drank it immediately.

Mo Hong on the side couldn't help worrying, "My lord, if the God of Plague finds out that Yangyan Pill is fake, will it..."

"It hasn't been a day or two since the God of Plague was bullied by the master. He is used to it both physically and psychologically. Even if he has doubts, the master still has ways to convince him!" Zitan changed a cup of tea for Yin Huanhuan with a smile.

"Just tell him that this is a newly developed beauty pill, and the effect is like this, and tell him that after sleeping, his skin will be soft and shiny. He will believe it." Zi Miao waved her hands, her face indifferent.

"He already has delicate skin and pays attention to maintenance. The only problem is probably the dark circles under his eyes left by his busy work for a few days. He will not doubt that he will be radiant after a night of sleep." Zi Sha also added.

The purple guards are obviously used to talking to each other.

The corners of Mo Hong's mouth twitched slightly, "Sure enough, I was thinking too much."

(End of this chapter)