With these thousand-year-old spiritual herbs weighing it down, it's likely that it will produce spirit stones in a few more years.
Gu Yan originally intended to take everything from him, including those elders with high cultivation levels; according to his original plan, he should have killed them all.
But when he thought of the rather enthusiastic Mu Xue'er, he hesitated again.
With a final sigh, I left.
We'll talk about it later; at worst, we can just exchange some pills with her.
Another place.
In a quaint old house, there was a beautiful woman dressed in a white silk nightgown.
He was lounging lazily on the sofa, his slender, pale fingers turning the pages of a book.
At the same time, I was listening to a girl with wet hair recounting her experiences; the two looked remarkably alike.
"You mean it can be instantly refined into a medicinal liquid and then flow into a bottle?" the woman in the nightgown asked in surprise, closing the book in her hand.
"Yes, with a wave of his hand, a ball of golden flame appeared, directly absorbing a bunch of herbs. Mother, you haven't seen it, the scene was simply like that of a god." Mu Xue'er said, resting her smooth chin on her hand.
"That's quite an extraordinary person," the woman said, a glint in her beautiful eyes.
"Yes, Mother, I'll introduce you to him tomorrow. I'll say you're my older sister, and you can't argue with that," Mu Xue'er said, her eyes darting around.
"You brat, you're actually doing this!" the woman in the nightgown said, blushing and angry. Her pretty face instantly turned pink, and she threw a book at her daughter.
"Can't hit it, can't hit it, nyah nyah nyah..."
Two stunningly beautiful women in the room started playfully fighting, their voices ringing out like silver bells. Their barely exposed, fair skin made the light bulbs almost burn out...
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