After Lu Fei left, Sun Yan didn't know where he heard about the Alchemist Guild and told Mu Lingyue about it.

It turned out that Song Lao's two disciples were not too talented, but the other people in the Alchemist Guild were often harsh on them, and the elixir that gave them alchemy every month was either flawed or insufficient.

Although Song Lao could receive more, there were often other people who had spare keys in his house to steal his elixir and elixir.

Therefore, although Song Lao's refining strength is very high, the three masters and apprentices are really not doing well.

Mu Lingyue couldn't help sighing, she didn't expect Song Lao to live in such an environment, no wonder he asked her for help and wanted to win.

I guess it's also for the sake of the future of his two apprentices.

Seeing that Mu Lingyue was in a little depressed, Baili Zhan couldn't help but sandwich a piece of fish meat to comfort her, "This chopped pepper fish head is good, you can taste it." ”

Mu Lingyue smiled at him and signaled that it was okay.

Sun Yan, who was about to hand over the fish in mid-air, froze for a moment and then put it back in his bowl, but his gaze at Baili Zhan was a little more cold.

Yang Wenxuan finished his little abacus on the side, and smiled and put a large number of chopsticks into Mu Lingyue's bowl, "Lingyue, eat more, this is the signature dish of Piaoxianglou." ”

Mu Lingyue had a smile on her lips, and said seemingly casually: "Forget it?" ”

"That's it...... No, it's not. After Yang Wenxuan came back to his senses, he quickly explained.

However, everyone had already seen through him and did not listen to his explanation at all.

……

After eating and resting for a while, Mu Lingyue and the two rushed back to Qingshan Town.

After a day of running back and forth, Rao is Mu Lingyue is already a spirit disciple of the eighth order, and he also feels a little tired.

When she returned to her courtyard and was about to sleep, Mu Lingyue suddenly felt that something was wrong, her quilt was actually spread out, and it was bulging inside, as if there was a person hidden!

Mu Lingyue's eyes suddenly showed a touch of coldness, and after she took a few steps back carefully, the spiritual energy on her palm surged, and then a sharp palm wind whistled and hit her bed.

Yes!

A sharp cry followed, and then a cyan shadow quickly jumped from the bed towards Mu Lingyue.

Subconsciously, Mu Lingyue's right hand slammed out, and the cyan shadow was blasted against the wall by her as if it had no offensive power.

At the same time, an aggrieved voice suddenly sounded in Mu Lingyue's heart, "Woo woo, master, you hit me." ”

Mu Lingyue: "......"

Hearing this voice, Mu Lingyue's eyes showed a blankness, and then she looked at the cyan figure that was knocked away with dull eyes.

Is that...... Qinglin!

How did it come to be, and it's still hidden in her quilt?

After Mu Lingyue coughed twice in embarrassment, she walked quickly to Qinglin's side and asked with concern, "Are you okay, are you hurt?" ”

As she spoke, she took out a healing pill and fed it to Qinglin's mouth.

"It hurts, you have to take two pills." Qinglin hissed in pain, and said to Mu Lingyue aggrievedly.

Looking at Qinglin's pitiful appearance, countless black lines suddenly slipped through Mu Lingyue's head, although she knew that it was pretended, Mu Lingyue still couldn't bear to take out a pill and feed it to it.

"Thank you host, the host is so nice." Qinglin was eating the pill beautifully, and he was about to rub it towards Mu Lingyue.