Chapter 342: The Patriarch of the Medical Immortal Valley, the Moody Little Medical Immortal

The Immortal Realm of Reincarnation, the Valley of Medical Immortals.

In the deepest part of a palace.

A golden figure sat lazily on an ice chair, dressed in a white dress. Although it was only slightly fitted, it outlined a perfect curve that could drive any man crazy. Three thousand strands of black hair fell from her hair to her round and perky buttocks.

Her skin is as white as jade, her eyes are beautiful and charming, and her every frown and smile reveals an indescribable charm.

She has a voluptuous figure, and any part, any inch of her perfect body that your eyes touch, can make your soul soft and enchanting. Her whole body exudes a bewitching charm at every moment, charming the heavens.

Even if one only glances at her profile or back from a distance, no one would doubt that she must be a stunningly beautiful and enchanting beauty.

But unfortunately, no one in the entire fairy world has ever seen her true face.

No one even knows her real name!

A snow-white veil, as thin as a cicada's wing, covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes with moving waves.

It was none other than the founder of the Medical Immortal Valley, the Little Medical Immortal.

All the maids around were staring at her, unwilling to take their eyes off her.

The only thing that was out of place in the scene was a man sitting at the table next to me.

No!

To be precise, it should be a puppet, a puppet that has been born with intelligence.

He is dignified and elegant.

Looking at his appearance, he is surprisingly similar to Qin Changsheng in appearance. There is a handsome man sitting on the table!

If this scene were known to outsiders, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

The little medical fairy who hated handsome men so much actually went to her own palace to secretly refine and keep an extremely handsome man!

But what is puzzling is that this puppet handsome man not only does not feel the joy of being in the land of tenderness, but his pupils frequently reveal a hint of fear and despair.

Even when sitting on the ice chair, I still shivered from time to time.

At this moment, although the Little Medical Fairy was also sitting on the ice chair on the other side, her main attention was on the medicine furnace in front of her. She gently placed the fairy grass in her hand on the medicine furnace.

Suddenly the fragrance of grass filled the air and spread.

She stirred the herbs gently, attentively and slowly, and the aroma of the medicine gradually grew deeper, and the mellow scent filled the entire room.

I don’t know how long it took.

Finally, the medicinal soup was ready. The little medical fairy carefully filled a bowl with it and picked it up.

Then she stood up gracefully from the ice chair, her skirt fluttering down, covering her beautiful feet that could drive any man crazy, and she walked towards the man with light lotus steps.

Seeing her coming, the man shrank back in fear, his lips trembling slightly.

"Come, Mulang, it's time to take the medicine~~~"

The little medical fairy opened her red lips slightly, and stared at the other person with a pair of charming eyes.

The voice is soft and charming, lazy and gentle.

But to the ears of the shepherd, it was like a death warrant from hell.

This witch...

It was a puppet, its core just an ordinary feather fan, perhaps stained with someone's aura, and after being refined by the witch in front of him with countless natural treasures, it even gave birth to a trace of spiritual intelligence.

These natural treasures were enough to make this demon woman a high-ranking Immortal Emperor, but she didn't bother wasting them on the ordinary feather fan, and until now she was only a quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Normally, after spending countless efforts to refine a puppet, especially one with intelligence, it should be cherished.

But this evil woman in front of him would beat and scold him at will. She would beat him when she was happy, when she was unhappy, or when she was bored. She might even destroy the human body of the puppet that carried the feather fan for no reason.

The ways of dying are even more bizarre. After so many years, it has no memory of how many times it has died!

The medicinal soup in front of him was obviously poison.

Just drink it, and you’ll die!

God knows, I'm just a feather fan, why can't I be immune to these things?

This witch's medical and poison skills have reached an incredible level!