When Feng Jian picked up the paper that Mu Qingyang had already written, his brows furrowed lightly and wrinkled tightly in an instant.

"What, isn't it easy to find what I want?" Looking at Feng Jian's frowning brows, Mu Qingyang said softly.

"The word, it's ugly. "Looking at the ghost-like font on the paper, I didn't expect it to be written by a little girl.

"......" Mu Qing raised her eyebrows, just these few words, it was already good that she could circle it, this will, he is actually disgusting himself!

"Isn't there a painting next to this? "Pointing to the painting next to the words, it is much more vivid.

"How did you become Princess Shangchen?!" Feng Jian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Qingyang, he actually asked with a serious face.

"If you can get what I want, go as soon as possible, and if you can't get it, say it early. Ignoring his ridicule, Mu Qingyang reached out and clicked on the paper in Fengjian's hand.

"Nonsense. A look of contempt swept across Mu Qingyang's face, and as soon as the words fell, Fengjian was already gone.

She could still feel a gust of breeze blowing in her face, looking at the figure that had disappeared, if only Fengjian could find those things, at least the thoughts in her head, as far as Mu Qingyang herself seemed to be somewhat feasible.

……

"What do you want these bottles and cans for?" Feng Jian looked at Mu Qingyang, who was tinkering with these things he brought back.

"And this tube and hollow needle?" Before Mu Qingyang could make any answer, Feng Jian reached out and picked out what he had brought back.

"Can you keep quiet?" Mu Qingyang raised his eyes, just squinted at him, and immediately turned his gaze back to his hand.

In fact, when he drew these things by himself, Mu Qingyang didn't have much hope that Feng Jian could find all the things on the paper, but what he didn't expect was that he found all of them in just an hour, and even the quality of the things was unexpectedly high-end.

As far as the bottle is concerned, she just drew a rough appearance, and he actually found a glass bottle that looked almost the same.

"If you don't say it, you don't say it. Seeing Mu Qingyang's serious look, Feng Jian twisted his head to the side, but, in less than a few seconds, he turned his head back again, he didn't believe that Mu Qingyang could solve a big deal for him just by using these things he found.

……

"Okay!" Looking at the simple hanging bottle made in his hand, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

"......" Looking at the things in Mu Qingyang's hand, Fengjian couldn't believe it, this was the "solution" that Mu Qingyang said in his mouth.

"One step away. Mu Qingyang said to himself, and suddenly picked up the "Huomin" and cut his wrist with a knife.

"You ......" Feng Jian's pupils shrank, and he was about to say something, but when he saw the bright red liquid slowly flowing into the glass bottle, he shut up and stared intently at the tempting color.

……

"What the hell are you doing!" Looking at Mu Qingyang, who had already tied the wound with a cloth belt, this would actually be aiming the steel connected to the glass bottle at his blood vessels, Feng Jian shrank his hand, and was vigilant.

"Didn't you say that you would believe me!" without questioning, Mu Qingyang said in the affirmative.

"This is the way you said?" Although he acquiesced in what she said before, after seeing Mu Qingyang's series of strange behaviors, Feng Jian began to be a little unsure, whether he would be a little arrogant just now.

"Compared to your previous method, this may be twice as effective with half the effort. Mu Qingyang nodded and said confidently.

"Don't be nervous, it might hurt a little bit. With a small reassurance, Mu Qingyang's hand slowly moved.