Chapter 3552
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"Half an hour?" Ye Qing Luo looked at him seriously, "Under your eyes, how could she disappear for half an hour?"
Old Lie's face turned red, "That half an hour when she disappeared, the medicine basket was still there …. A young lady needs some private time, how can an old man like me follow her!"
Because the medicine basket was there.
Old Lie thought that Gu Zixi was looking for a secluded place to solve her squatting problem.
"Private time doesn't need half an hour." Ye Qing Luo squinted her eyes, "She's such a young lady, to be able to live in peace in a place like West Cliff Mountain, she must have some secret there ….."
She touched her chin, "Can you help me investigate the relationship between the Blood Mercenary Group and her?"
Old Lie, "….."
He was from the Hell Palace!
Now he had fallen to the stage of running errands for a young lass?
Another stalker.
Another investigator.
What did she treat the Hell Palace as?!
Old Lie expressed his disobedience!
Ye Qing Luo raised her brows, "You still say you owe me a favour, and that if I need anything, you will do your best to help me. I haven't even asked you to do anything and you're already showing an unwilling face."
She paused for a moment, clicked her tongue and shook her head in disappointment, "Indeed, you can't believe the Hell Palace's words."
Old Lie's face turned steely green as he squeezed out two words, "I, go!"
He really shouldn't have told this little demoness the reason why he would help her!
At least, this little demoness wouldn't order him around without any ill feelings!
Old Lie expressed that if he knew that he would meet this demoness today, he would never come to Without Embroiling City!
Looking at Old Lie's twisted face, that hideous scar on his face was squirming horribly.
Ye Qing Luo squinted her eyes as her pink lips curled into a big smile, nodding in satisfaction, "Good boy."
Old Lie's features became even more twisted, "Young lady, aren't you afraid that I will go crazy and kill you?"
"Oh." Ye Qing Luo lowered her head and continued to work on the herbs, "Then are you afraid that Ah Xuan will go crazy and destroy the Hell Palace?"
"Bullying young lady!" Old Lie gritted his teeth.
Ye Qing Luo replied, "En, bullying others is also a kind of ability, at least I have a backer who is willing to rely on me."
Old Lie flicked his sleeves and left.
Looking at Old Lie's disappearing figure, Ye Qing Luo couldn't help but laugh.
Old Lie's character was somewhat similar to Teacher Gui You.
It was easier to deal with such a straightforward person.
She smiled and hung her head.
Time was running out.
He had to hurry up and refine the item that he was going to use to turn the situation around tomorrow.
In the medicine basket, there was still a large pile of messy herbs waiting for her to sort them out.
Ye Qing Luo took a deep breath and threw herself into the medicinal herbs.
About an hour later.
Ye Qing Luo had finally tidied up the medicinal herbs in the two medicine baskets, and those medicinal herbs which were to be used, were distributed to the side according to the proportion.
What made Ye Qing Luo astonished was that the quality of these medicinal herbs were not bad at all.
Ye Qing Luo indicated that West Cliff Mountain had successfully attracted her attention.
Once everything was over, she would definitely go to the West Cliff Mountain and sweep it clean.
The herbs stored in the Profound Phoenix Ring needed to be refurbished.
Ye Qing Luo packed all the medicinal herbs which she was going to use later into a medicinal basket and carried it directly to the bed.
The lady's soft bed was instantly occupied by a large pile of medicinal herbs.
Ye Qing Luo sat at the head of the bed and with a jolt of her consciousness, these medicinal herbs were all brought into the Azure Dew Bracelet.
Old Man Cang was suspended in mid-air, swinging his legs.
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