Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 11: Alchemist, You Ying
Alchemy? is it hard? Is it harder than killing? Is it harder than grabbing time with a scalpel and death?
Feng Xingying didn't dare to say anything else. They refined a few so-called marrow pills in their mouths, and it didn't seem to be much harder than rubbing jelly beans.
As for such an inferior hemostatic pill, do you have to use your own spiritual fire? The spiritual fire of these nine princesses is really worthless.
At this moment, the surrounding voices are heard, but everyone's focus is obviously not on the pill, but on the person who makes the pill.
"I heard that Miss Feng's face was disfigured a few days ago. Now the Ninth Princess Nangong Yulian is the first beauty in our country."
"Of course, the nine princesses are unparalleled in beauty, and their talents are unparalleled, much better than that vase."
"Shhh, I heard that the Feng family has been rounded by some gangsters. I really want to see if the Prince's hat is green."
Listening to the surrounding voices, the little palace lady was obviously embarrassed, and she stopped talking:
"Shut up, and compare that kind of stuff with my princess, just because of that kind of vulgar person, it's worth it?"
The onlookers nodded, and the little palace lady said it was reasonable.
Even with the broken vase that has been raped and disfigured, is it worthy of being compared with our nine princesses?
Feng Xingying’s lips twitched slightly, and she chuckled, as if the rumors meant it was not her.
It’s just that she is obviously not a good-tempered person.
She never held a grudge against Xingying. Because she had grudges, she reported it on the spot.
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Outside the Jubao Pavilion, it’s cold.
and even the lobby of Jubao Pavilion, there were no guests.
Because of people, I ran to Tianning Pharmacy.
There are beauties, pills, and mysterious alchemy scenes.
"Why don't you make alchemy in public?" At this moment, the only guest in the pavilion suddenly spoke.
Jubaoge's manager, Mei, looked helplessly at the woman in front of her. She was slim but not lacking in heroism. She had a nice but unpretentious voice. She only wore a finely carved black silver mask with her head and tail hidden, only covering her eyes. The following location is obviously deliberately hiding the true identity.
When encountering this kind of ignorance of good and bad, Sister Mei’s usual habit is to go back in one sentence.
But the merchant’s intuition gave her a glimmer of mysterious hope. She was idle anyway, so she explained to her smoothly: "Obviously, there is no alchemist in the shop."
"Do you have a pill?" The woman asked knowingly, a treacherous curve floated from the corner of her mouth hidden under the mask.
This woman is obviously Feng Xingying. Of course, she came to know the situation of Jubao Pavilion. In order to prevent her from meeting her acquaintances and reminiscing about her from the veil, she simply spent all of her savings, rented a silver shop and put on a mask on her own.
Sister Mei became interested in Feng Xingying, and explained carefully: "Our pill comes from a distinguished customer, please forgive me for the inconvenience of divulging his name."
"If so, would I be willing to demonstrate alchemy for you?" Feng Xingying made a loud voice, but was not in a hurry to withdraw money, although she was really short of it.
Sister Mei’s eyes flashed a glimmer of hope: "I don't know what the girl is called?"
"Alchemist, You Ying."
"Youying girl, please go inside~~"
Feng Xingying smiled slightly and moved forward frankly.
Sister Mei’s eyes flashed a little surprise. Although this person was hiding his head and showing his tail, but his gestures revealed a kind of nobility, not the frizzy pride of those low-level alchemists in God Pill Valley.
is a kind of self-confidence that exudes from the bones, and there is no need to deliberately disguise it, and it has been shown to the fullest in every gesture.
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