The corner of Mu Yan's mouth twitches, "What Dragon Fire Pill? I've never heard of it. "
Qi Huang's skin is translucent, so pale that it's almost transparent.
When he tries to get up from the ground, his hands and feet are still a little weak.
But when he looks up at Mu Yan, his expression is very annoying, "Ben Zun said that you're ignorant … forget it, ben Zun won't lower himself to your level. This is the Dan recipe for the Dragon Fire Pill, hurry and refine it for ben Zun."
With that, he turns his hand over, and there's a piece of paper in his slender fingertips.
Mu Yan takes the paper. She hasn't read it yet, but she really wants to slap him on the forehead with it.
This brat, he just came back from the gates of hell, and his skin is itching again?
But before she can slap him, Qi Huang's body shakes, as if he can't support himself, and he falls to the ground again.
"Qi Huang!" Mu Yan jumps in fright, and quickly steps forward to support him, "I'll continue to play the zither for you."
"No … no need …" Qi Huang gasps, "I told you to … to refine the Dragon Fire Pill for ben Zun. To … to be able to refine medicine for ben Zun, it's your honor. "
Mu Yan rolls her eyes, "Yes, yes, yes, honorable Lord Qi Huang, to be able to refine pills for you, this little one is really flattered. Then can you tell me now, what's the matter with you? Why are you suddenly in so much pain, and so weak? "
Qi Huang frowns slightly, his eyes are perplexed, deep, and there's a trace of imperceptible fear.
When he raises his head to meet Mu Yan's worried gaze,
That fear disperses, turning into wisps of warmth.
Such warmth makes his heart sour and sweet, as if he's soaked in a sweet and sour juice.
He hasn't felt that kind of feeling in ten thousand years.
It's like, suddenly, he no longer feels lonely, cold, crazy, and desperate.
"Qi Huang?"
Hearing Mu Yan's question again, he shakes his head, "I … don't know … maybe …"
Qi Huang pauses, slightly lowering his eyes. His voice is low, almost silent, "Maybe … there's not much time left …"
"What not much time left?"
Qi Huang jerks his head up, and fiercely glares at Mu Yan, "It's all because you're useless, you still can't repair the Tian Mo Qin. Forget it, forget it, I am a magnanimous person, I will not bicker with you. Quickly go and refine the [Dragon Fire Pill] for me. "
Muyan gives him a push and directly throws him to the ground.
Without hesitation, he turned around and left the space.
Motherf * cker, this brat!
Whoever cares about him is a f * cking idiot!
…
The next day, Mu Yan said goodbye to the people of the Xiao Yao School and entered the Dan Yang Mountain Range.
Qi Huang's gloomy voice could be heard from time to time.
"What kind of damned academy is this? What kind of damned bazaar is this? I can't even buy such vulgar and common spiritual herbs."
"Jun Muyan, you can't even gather these Elixirs, how can you be so poor!"
Hearing this, Mu Yan simply wants to laugh.
The inner core of the Fire Cloud Unicorn, the Fire Essence Vine, the Li Fire Spirit Flower … these spirit herbs that were worth tens of thousands of crystals were priceless, but in Lord Seven Brilliance's eyes, they were only vulgar and ordinary playthings.
Furthermore, the Spirit medicines that were required for the [Fire Dragon Pellet], even if they could be bought from the market or the Academy, the price would be exorbitantly high.
Muyan had to spend almost all of her current net worth to barely scrape it together.
This guy actually dares to despise her for being poor.
Qi Xiao Huang, why don't you go to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
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