Chapter 3486
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Swallowing poisonous things to increase its poison power was Little Black Sand's bloodline talent.
In just three days, Little Black Sand had poisoned itself until its head was bright red and its black armor was thick and glossy. From afar, its ugly appearance was like a nightmare. In addition, there was a beautiful woman sitting on its back. The contrast between beauty and terror, delicateness and malevolence, made one's scalp tingle.
Although the ancient beast cauldron was handed over to Grandma Gongsun, the Ruyi Cauldron that she used to exchange for the cauldron was also a rare treasure.
Zhen Xiaoxiao did not think of waiting for Grandma Gongsun to be free before using her cauldron to refine the Small Creation Pill. Instead, after collecting the raw materials, she impatiently started to refine the pill with the Ruyi Cauldron in the wild.
She was not at all worried that someone was watching her.
After all, Pu Yu, Gui Chun, and Gui Xin all had heavy tasks to do every day. Pu Yu was so tired that she did not even have the energy to roll her eyes.
And Yan Zifeng, who had "yet to recover from his serious injuries", had been staring at Grandma Gongsun in the palace. How would he have the energy to pay attention to her?
She found a haystack and sat down cross-legged. Zhen Xiaoxiao took out the Ruyi Cauldron that she had temporarily stored in her hands.
This cauldron was as clear as jade, pure and clean. There were six jade rings on the body of the cauldron. Unfortunately, unlike the ancient beast cauldron where every beast mark was of great use, the jade rings had no practical use and were only decorations for the Ruyi Cauldron.
"Sigh!"
Zhen Xiaoxiao lit the cauldron fire and sighed. This was not the first time she had started to refine the Small Creation Pill. However, all her previous attempts had ended in failure.
Hearing its master's sigh, the big centipede lying at the side obediently picked up a herb and wanted to put it in Zhen Xiaoxiao's hand.
It knew that its master was not sighing for the Small Creation Pill, but thinking of her Little Gruel.
If it was in the past, as long as there was a big fire under the cauldron, no matter if it was refining pills or cooking meat, there would be no place for him to interrupt. Every ingredient had to be handed to the master by the porridge owner. The two of them even took this opportunity to flirt with each other and secretly rub their hands.
However, he had been in the Ethereal Immortal Sect for more than half a year now. The Porridge Master had not appeared when he was in a deep slumber. Now that his master had woken up a few days ago, why was he still nowhere to be seen?
Just as the Black Sand Poison Centipede was worrying for Zhen Xiaoxiao, a cucumber with thorns suddenly rolled to Zhen Xiaoxiao's feet. It slapped away the herb the Black Sand Poison Centipede was handing to Zhen Xiaoxiao, snatched it away, and placed it back into Zhen Xiaoxiao's hands.
"Melon Demon!"
Zhen Xiaoxiao and the Black Sand Poison Centipede were shocked at the same time. Seeing the thorny cucumber and smelling the poison from its body, the Black Sand Poison Centipede almost couldn't control itself and wanted to swallow it whole.
However, Zhen Xiaoxiao was overjoyed after a moment of shock.
Laughing heartily, he lifted the cucumber with both hands!
Little Porridge!
It was indeed nearby!
"Is your master sick? Is he injured? "
Zhen Xiaoxiao's question was difficult for the melon demon to answer, because the magical power that had condensed it was extremely weak. It had only given it two hands and two legs, but not a mouth.
Fortunately, it was quite intelligent and at least understood what Zhen Xiaoxiao meant. So it shook its head vigorously, indicating to Zhen Xiaoxiao not to worry.
"Then why didn't he come to find me?"
Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't think of anything that could stop Small Gruel from appearing in front of him other than being sick or seriously injured.
Hearing Zhen Xiaoxiao's second question, the flower of the thorny cucumber pointed to the sky, but its meaning was unclear.
The flower of the thorny cucumber tried its best to point at the sky, but its meaning was unclear. Nobody knew whether it was trying to say that Little Congee was "God knows where he is" or "He's gone to heaven".
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