Xiao Wu's chewing of the stone paused.
Xue Kong's cold voice came from the darkness: "Refine a hundred pills for me, and then I will let you and your grandson go."
"As you wish." The alchemist kowtowed deeply.
His eyebrows touched the ground, and tears fell from his eyes filled with heartache for Xiao Wu, hatred for Xue Kong, and humiliation for himself.
He surrendered on the surface, but in fact, his hatred for Xue Kong was beyond words.
Both Xue Kong and Honglian could see this.
But what does it matter?
"Grandpa... wow, it hurts so much, my mouth is bleeding, Grandpa..." Xiao Wu's eyes regained their clarity. He spat out the gravel and teeth in his mouth, as well as the blood, and burst into tears.
"Xiao Wu." The alchemist stood up and was about to hug Xiao Wu.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Wu's body quickly flew backwards into the darkness.
From there, Xue Kong's voice came: "I'll take care of you."
The alchemist was filled with resentment and clenched his fists tightly, but no matter how angry he was, it was useless. He could only hope that after he finished refining the medicine for Xue Kong, Xue Kong would fulfill his promise and let them go.
Can you really trust the promise of a demon?
In the past, the alchemist would have raised his head and said righteously and with great disdain, "If the devil's promise is credible, even a pig can be the king of this sixth-level cultivation country."
But now, even if he doesn't believe it, he has to believe it.
That's often the case.
When a bad thing happens to you and cannot be avoided, you have no choice but to believe, no matter how slim and unreliable the hope is.
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