Ao Ling'er's face was so good-looking at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What does it say, it's an elixir, there is a wood and there is a mistake, these years, the elixir can be cultivated?

Come and give me a knife, I'm going to cut it and verify it.

This Nima is too mysterious, what else, let's say it all at once, saying that my heart can still bear it now, let's say it.

I really can't accept it.

Yan Long also stared at the little thing with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through a hole.

"That, I am indeed an elixir, an elixir that has spiritual sense and can cultivate independently.

There are countless pills here, all of which were refined by the master with all his might. ”

Ao Ling'er could only stare at her big eyes and look at the little guy opposite.

I want to find a flaw in it.

Obviously, in Aurlinger's consciousness, this thing must be playing with herself.

Besides, even if he refines the pill, then such an anti-heaven pill, refining one is probably enough for him to drink a pot.

But this product said that there are many pills like him, and the baby said that he really can't stand it.

"The master is a rare alchemy ghost talent in 10,000 years, refining this elixir, in his heyday, but it was just a matter of hand. ”

"You just talk about you, if your master is really that powerful, how can he die?"

As soon as Ao Ling'er finished saying this, it was obvious that the little guy opposite had a very ugly face.

There was silence for a long time, and when Aura thought it wasn't ready to speak, it spoke

"Master, it's just a mistake in judgment and misheard the villain's language, so he ended up like that"

The little guy said extremely sadly, Ao Ling'er touched his nose, and secretly said that he was stupid today, and asked if he shouldn't have asked, this is not stupid.

"Well, okay, don't be sad, since your master is dead, how did you survive?"

This question couldn't help but want to ask when Ao Ling'er heard the words of this thing, but when this thing was talking about her master, she was curious for a while, so she forgot about it.

"Who said the master is dead?"

Ao Ling'er was shocked, this thing is not joking, this tomb has been established, and it is not dead, what the hell?

The tone was unnatural and there was a hint of choking.

"Could it be that your master is not dead?"

Look at a certain person who doesn't teach the world, he didn't understand Ao Ling'er's choking words, and said to himself.

"The master has only lost a trace of his soul, and he has been taken captive...... Well, you don't need to know if you have any of these."

Ao Ling's anger was just about to get angry, when he heard the little guy on the other side continue:

"The place where you are now is the Dan Pavilion, and there are countless pills in it."

"Your grandmother has a leg, there are pills here and there, since I came in, my mother only saw you like nothing, and now you tell my mother that there are countless pills here.

You see the old lady being weak, so you can make fun of the old lady, right? ”

A trace of cold sweat crossed Yanlong's forehead, saying that this guy was weak, why did he feel a cool feeling across his back?

"Well, these pills are spiritual, they will choose their own masters, and each pill will follow someone who has the same element as themselves. ”

Ao Ling'er also knew that she had been reckless just now, and scolded people for no reason.

Although this is not a human being, he is a talking, conscious Lord.

All of a sudden, it was so embarrassing. (To be continued.) )