"Son of God, please don't joke."

"Tomorrow is the day to distribute the pills."

"Without the elixir, the disciples from other peaks and halls will cause trouble."

It’s good to make trouble!

Lu Hen Ge hoped that the Three Thousand Dao Sects would be in chaos.

"roll!"

A scolding.

The little Dantu was stunned.

The Son of God has always been known for his gentle and friendly temper, but he has never spoken coldly to anyone, let alone told them to get out.

Right at this moment.

Yao Fan reappeared and threw a storage ring to Lu Hen Ge: "Remember to come back in ten days."

Lu Hen Ge bowed slightly.

The little alchemist even bent his head to his knees: "Palace Master."

"I won't send out any pills tomorrow!"

"If they have any complaints, let them come to me!"

"I'll see if my old bones can convince them."

Except the Sect Master!

Who has Yao Fan ever been afraid of?

Putting aside his identity as an eighth-grade top alchemist, he is also a powerful half-step Mahayana master.

Whenever Lu Sheng saw Yao Fan, he would respectfully call out, "Master Yao."

The little alchemist didn't dare to look up. Cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead. His voice was trembling as he spoke: "Disciple, remember this."

Something is wrong!

Something is absolutely wrong!

The Son of God, who was always gentle to others, began to swear.

The usually approachable Palace Master began to act aggressively.

This is not a good thing!

Yao Fan glanced at Lu Hen Ge and then disappeared.

Lu Hen Ge did not hesitate, put a sack of pills into the storage ring, and strode away.

After a long time.

The little Dantu dared to slowly straighten up.

"Something big has happened!"

"The Holy Son and the Palace Master have gone insane."

"This is much more serious than not sending out the pills tomorrow. I must report this to the Sect Master immediately."