"Is it to add to the atmosphere, or to find out some news?" Ling Hai sneered, then waved his sleeves, took away the butterfly jar in Meidie's arms, and opened its lid, then many butterflies flew in.

An Yan took the opportunity to say, "Ling Hai, where is today's Soul Binding Grass? Shouldn't it be given to me?"

"I like this baby." Ling Hai said.

"That's mine." Mei Die frowned. As she spoke, she tried to grab it, but saw Ling Hai jump onto the courtyard wall again.

"It's not like you haven't seen treasures before, why do you want this one?" An Yan asked him.

"Why bother asking so many questions? If I like you, I like you. If I like you, I like you." Ling Hai didn't care.

Meidie was unwilling to accept this. She said, "You are a young master, but you actually robbed a woman's things. You are really shameless."

"Are all people from West City so bold?" Ling Hai asked An Yan.

Meidie became quiet when she heard the word "Xicheng". She was now a Xicheng person too, and she absolutely could not bring shame to An Yan and Xicheng. She was already in a good mood, saying, "I am Meidie, a Xicheng person. It is rude of Meidie to not greet the young master first. I hope the young master will forgive me."

"It sounds nice, but we should also do something," Ling Hai said.

"What do you want?" An Yan asked as she pulled Mei Die behind her. She would not let the people of Xicheng suffer in vain.

Ling Hai chuckled and said, "It's not difficult for you to get the Soul-Binding Grass. Lend me this jar for two days."

"Can you use this jar? It's my magic weapon and only I can control it." Mei Die said proudly, with pride in her eyes and eyebrows.

Linghai hung the butterfly jar in the air and waved his sleeves lightly. The butterfly king inside flew out and transformed into countless beautiful butterflies, which flew in the air and formed different patterns.

Mei Die thought that her control over the Butterfly King had reached the pinnacle, but she didn't expect that this man was better than her, even better than her.

Those butterflies seemed to understand human language. They formed several circles and flew around Meidie, flapping their wings and releasing a lot of sparkling powder.

And these powders made Meidie unable to move.

Fortunately, Meidie was also the master of the Butterfly King. She moved her mind and made a few gestures with her hands, and all the butterflies around her disappeared.

Linghai asked the Butterfly King to go back into the jar and asked, "So, am I worthy of borrowing your treasure?"

Of course they were a good match, and Meidie was not shy. She said, "Besides me, you are the second person who can control the Butterfly King like this."

"I am going to reset the cause and effect lines that Lingxian originally set up for selfish reasons. Your butterflies may come in handy." Ling Hai was originally troubled by this matter, but today he has a solution.

"This is not difficult. An Yan said she wants to stay for a few days. I am willing to help you with this."

"I'm afraid a few days won't be enough." Ling Hai said.

Mei Die frowned. She didn't respond until she heard An Yan say, "You insist on borrowing it."

"I have no intention of using the Soul-Binding Grass as a bargaining chip, but the Butterfly King must borrow it. If you insist on not lending it to me, I can only use it as a condition of exchange." Ling Hai is a man who insists on getting what he wants.

"The thing is not mine, and I can't make the decision." An Yan said. She didn't want to force Mei Die, but she knew that she treated it as a treasure and took it with her wherever she went.

"It shouldn't be a difficult thing to help you." Ling Hai said again, this time his tone was gentler, and he looked at Mei Die.

Mei Die was stunned by this look. She didn't know why, but she was always attracted to this kind of arrogant and cold man. It must be said that she had a good impression of him.

"Return the jar to her first, and we'll think about it," said An Yan.

"Okay." Ling Hai nodded. He returned the jar to Mei Die and threw the Soul Binding Grass to An Yan. He said, "I noticed that you want to take care of everyone's business. Aren't you tired?"

"I don't think so. Maybe you're just tired of looking at it." An Yan said as she looked at the Soul-Binding Grass in her hand as if it were a treasure, and then went back to the house, threw it into the medicine pot and started to boil it.

Mei Die put down the package on her back and said to An Yan, "Hey, An Yan, these are all medicinal herbs. I don't know if they can be used, but I think it's okay to bring them. They're not heavy anyway."

"That's great. I'm just short of medicine." An Yan felt that Mei Die was smart. She went to see what she brought. Sure enough, there were many herbs she wanted, so she threw them into the medicine jar.

"What is the soul-binding grass used for?" Mei Die asked, and seeing An Yan pricking her finger, she grabbed her hand and said, "What are you doing? Having so many medicines is not enough, do you have to use blood as a medicine guide?"

"Don't worry, it's just one drop. You won't need it in the future." An Yan smiled and told her not to worry, and then said, "I originally thought I had to go to West City to heal Li Rongsen's injury, but you brought all the herbs with you, so it can be healed today."

"You really care about him wholeheartedly, but it's a pity that he doesn't understand." Meidie sighed.

“It feels good to start over.”

"You call this self-consolation. I don't think it's a bad idea." Mei Die sat down on the table next to her and said, "This place is well hidden. If we didn't have Yan Qingqiu's map, we might not be able to find it."

"How is West City these days?"

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"Everything is fine, but everyone is worried about you." Mei Die said, and then asked An Yan, "That young master is so strange, I always feel that he is not a human being."

"Then what does he look like?" An Yan said as she simply bandaged her finger.

Meidie placed the butterfly jar on the table and said, "He is quite sincere. If he had insisted on using something like the Soul Binding Grass to threaten us, I would not have considered it."

An Yan walked towards Mei Die and said to her, "You don't have to think about me or Xicheng. Just think about yourself first. This is yours."

"This is what I think." Mei Die pulled An Yan down to sit next to her, and then said, "I just can't bear to part with such a thing, and I'm worried about his character, so I want to stay and keep an eye on my treasure."

An Yan looked at Mei Die for a long time, and then said: "I am worried about you staying here. If things are lost, they can be brought back, but if people are lost, it is not possible."

"I will talk to you every day. Come and save me if anything goes wrong." Mei Die said to An Yan seriously. After thinking about it, she decided that this was the right method. On the one hand, she could keep an eye on her baby, and on the other hand, she could make another friend in Xicheng.

An Yan frowned but said nothing.

Meidie added: "I did this voluntarily."

"You don't have to do anything for me."

"I'm willing to help him. I also want to know why he can control the butterflies that he doesn't raise." Meidie was very curious about this matter.

An Yan already understood what she meant and said, "Then you have to protect yourself and not suffer any loss."

"Don't worry about that. I'm very smart." Mei Die smiled and signaled An Yan to rest assured.

The aroma of medicine is already wafting out of the medicine furnace, and it smells particularly refreshing.

An Yan got up and went over there, adding two more medicines, and saw Yan Qingqiu and Li Rongsen walk in.

Yan Qingqiu said, "It's almost noon, aren't you going to sow the seeds?"

"I'm just about to go. You guys sit down first." An Yan said as she ran out of the yard. She first clenched her fist, then opened it, and sprinkled the Youyue Grass seeds that were formed in her palm with her mind into the soil.

She thought that the soil here was better than that in the forbidden area, and there was no need to worry about pollution from foul air. It would not be difficult to produce 108 plants of Youyue Grass, and then Uncle Wang and the old woman would be free.