"Can't you get rid of it?" Song Qingyu asked casually, she picked up the juice on the table and poured herself a glass.

Mr. Ming shook his head, his eyes obviously embarrassed.

In this case, her next conversation must not be known to outsiders.

Song Qingyu didn't speak again, and directly raised his hand and used the aura to set up an enchantment around the room.

"Okay, what you're going to say, now you can say it." Song Qingyu said lightly.

"Is that okay?" Mr. Ming asked, obviously not very relieved, "Your enchantment is useless, he is very strong, I'm afraid your enchantment can't hide from him." ”

"It's just a monk in the Chaos Period, Mr. Ming is so timid, how did he get into this position?" Song Qingyu said with a smile, and between his words, there was some ridicule.

It's just a monk from the Chaos Period?!

When Mr. Ming heard this, he didn't know what to say for an instant.

She is so confident, could it be that her cultivation is above the Chaos Period?

Mr. Ming glanced at Song Qingyu deeply uncertainly, he couldn't see through Song Qingyu's cultivation, but wouldn't it be necessary to have a flying elixir to ascend to the Flying Immortal Stage?

Mr. Ming suddenly remembered that Song Qingyu was an alchemist herself, and she was a seventh-grade alchemist, so she should be able to refine the Flying Immortal Pill by herself.

However, it is very rare to have an ice dew grass in the flying elixir, has she already found the ice dew grass?

Impossible......

"What if the waiter comes in to deliver the food?" Mr. Ming asked.

Song Qingyu said: "Then I will send it, this enchantment is invisible, and it can only isolate our voice, so if Mr. Ming has anything to say, he can rest assured now." ”

"Uh-oh." Mr. Ming nodded.

Then I saw the waiters push open the door and bring the food one by one.

After all, it is a five-star hotel, and the things made are not delicious but good-looking, Song Qingyu has never seen one that can turn vegetables into flowers, and his appetite is full for a while.

"You don't mind......" Song Qingyu held the chopsticks and stopped talking.

"Don't mind, please." When Mr. Ming saw Song Qingyu's appearance, he showed a faint smile.

Song Qingyu couldn't wait to handle the chopsticks and hurriedly sandwiched a flower-shaped vegetable entrance.

As soon as she tasted the taste, one of her little faces twisted.

"What a turnip!"

"Poof......" Mr. Ming laughed out loud, he hadn't laughed like this for a long time, and he always had an inexplicable mood when he saw Song Qingyu.

"What were you just going to say?" Song Qingyu put down his chopsticks and tasted it and knew that this dish was just good-looking, and the taste was not good, so let's hurry up and talk about business.

Mr. Ming spoke his question again, "What is your success rate of the Eight Pins Pill?" ”

Hearing this question, Song Qingyu smiled but didn't speak.

Mr. Ming was a little puzzled and asked, "Why do you keep laughing?" ”

"Nothing." Song Qingyu waved his hand, stood up, and suddenly approached Mr. Ming, "Before asking this question, you might as well let me look at your legs again." ”

She originally had this plan, after breaking through the Flying Immortal Period, the one-yuan immortal pill was no longer a problem, and she could now refine it.

It's just that the medicinal materials of the elixir are very harsh, and it is still a little difficult to buy them with her own strength.

She still needs help, and Mr. Ming is undoubtedly the most suitable person.

"Okay." Song Qingyu had already approached, and Mr. Ming nodded in agreement.

This is the second time she has proposed to look at her legs, does Song Qingyu have a way to heal his legs?

Mr. Ming's heart suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope, he saw too many miracles in Song Qingyu, maybe this girl can really ......