Mu Wanqing pouted, gave Bai Zimo a "good luck" look, and smugly strode into the alchemy room.
Mo Qingcheng was trying to improve the Nether Force Pill, but the timing was always a little off, and the furnace exploded three times. She frowned slightly.
"Mother, are you having trouble?" Mu Wanqing blinked, then came to Mo Qingcheng's side, stood on tiptoe, and peered into the alchemy furnace.
I was shocked when I saw it. The residue of the pills was black and had a pungent smell, but it was kind of satisfying.
"Yes, Qing'er, you've come at the right time. Let me see what's wrong with Mother." Mo Qingcheng briefly explained the effects of the Mingli Pill and the selection of medicinal materials.
Mu Wanqing pinched a small piece of ammunition residue, crushed it, smelled it under her nose, felt it was okay, and then stuck out her tongue and licked it.
"Stop!" Mo Qingcheng belatedly realized what the brat was up to and tried to stop her, but it was too late.
"Hiss!" Mu Wanqing gasped. Her mother was truly a genius. The residue was tingling and numb. In just a moment of stunned silence, her tongue was so numb that she couldn't move.
Mu Wanqing pouted and cried out, "Mommy, help me!"
Mo Qingcheng reached out and poked Mu Wanqing's head in an annoyed manner, then stuffed a pill into her mouth.
"Cough cough, Mother, I've figured it out!" Mu Wanqing grinned foolishly, "The medicinal properties of the Fushen herb are too strong..."
Mo Qingcheng reached out and pinched Mu Wanqing's little face, her face beaming with joy, "Qing'er is truly my little lucky star."
Mu Wanqing chuckled foolishly, knowing that her mother wouldn't pursue the matter of her and Momo secretly hiding in the space when she was busy.
How could Mo Qingcheng not understand the young girl's thoughts? Right now, there were more important things to do.
An hour later, Mo Qingcheng looked at the several exquisite small porcelain bottles on the table, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Come on, let's reward our little hero." Mo Qingcheng ruffled Mu Wanqing's hair, laughed, and turned to walk out of the alchemy room.
"Mother!" Bai Zimo rushed forward, offering a big smile.
Unfortunately... Mo Qingcheng missed him.
Bai Zimo: Was I rejected or was I rejected?
Mu Wanqing walked out of the alchemy room with a smug look on her face: "Oh my, isn't this our resourceful Da Mo Mo?"
Bai Ziming pouted: "Third sister, don't be too smug. I wonder what eldest brother will do if he finds out you're shifting the blame to him? Hahaha!"
Mu Wanqing was speechless and followed Mo Qingcheng to the kitchen...
The next morning, Mo Qingcheng changed her clothes and flashed out of the space. Walking on the deserted streets of Yun City, it felt as if yesterday was just a dream.
wrong!
Mo Qingcheng narrowed her eyes. An empty city ploy?
not good!
Mo Qingcheng turned around, and a group of men in black descended from the sky, surrounding her completely.
"Brothers, it's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Mo Qingcheng said, laughing it off while observing the reactions of the crowd of men in black.
"Ha, a misunderstanding? Go talk to the King of Hell!" The leader of the men in black waved his hand, signaling that no one should be spared.
A cold glint flashed in Mo Qingcheng's eyes, but her mouth didn't stop: "Brother, you want to see the King of Hell? Sorry, he's very busy and doesn't have time to listen to this beast's nonsense."
The leader of the men in black nearly lost his composure; his attacks were ruthless, each strike potentially fatal. Not to mention the other men in black behind him, who were paid to solve problems.
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile as she moved nimbly among the black-clad crowd, silver needles in her left hand and poison powder in her right.
The leader of the men in black was furious and unleashed his ultimate move, the Thirteen Deadly Slashes.
Mo Qingcheng was surprised: "Mad Blade Thirteen?"
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