"Them?" The handsome young man in a green robe raised his eyebrows slightly, and a few dark rays flashed in his clear eyes, "I'm not for them." What I want to make friends with is someone else. ”

The shopkeeper's mind immediately flashed over the overly cold boy,

"The young master's status is noble, and I don't know how many people in the world want to be friends with you. Why do you want to be condescending......"

The shopkeeper's words were interrupted by a chuckle,

"Do you think I'm noble?"

The shopkeeper immediately said, "The young master is noble, how can those people compare." ”

"Nope." The young man retorted, "If that person befriends us, then it is called condescension." ”

"That person's status is more noble than you can imagine." The young man's eyes narrowed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, "However, this is all based on the premise that my guess is correct......"

That face, really...... It's too much of a resemblance.

He had only seen him from afar, under the high platform, and he was only one of the many people who visited the audience.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately looked at the young man in Tsing Yi and brocade in shock, and his eyes were full of shock!

More noble than the status of the young master! How can it be!

Even the monarch of the Eastern Tang Kingdom is not worth mentioning in front of the young master!

The young master actually said it himself...... Is that person condescending to him when he befriends him? What kind of wealth and transcendent power can make the young master say such things in person?

However, the young man obviously had no intention of answering his questions, "You can stand down." ”

The shopkeeper could only leave with a stomach full of questions.

Back at the Holy Martial Academy, Feng Muge asked Ling Fei not to disturb him, and directly locked himself in the newly repaired dormitory, and then poured out a bunch of herbs in the space ring.

"Master, what are you doing?" Squeak asked curiously.

"Alchemy." Feng Muge sorted the herbs into categories, her right eye turned green, and she looked at her muscles and bones.

In the past few days, she has finally figured out the reason why this body can't cultivate.

The tendons and veins of this body were burned when he was very young, and the weak tendons and veins could not withstand the pressure of cultivation at all, and once Feng Muge cultivated, his body would be in severe pain.

She had seen similar symptoms in the medical scriptures that disobeyed her fate, it was a poisonous weed called Lieyang, which could burn the tendons and veins and become a waste person, if it was taken before the toddler was three years old, no matter who checked it, he only thought that she was born with weak tendons and veins, and she was born with waste materials.

And not think of the sun grass.

The poison on this body was laid before the age of three.

It just so happened that she had no memory of this body before it was three years old.

Feng Muge's pretty face was slightly cold.

Even a three-year-old child can do it, which shows that the person who poisoned him is really vicious.

If it weren't for the fact that Qinglian Bitong was still there in this life, she wouldn't have noticed the abnormality of this body.

If you let her know who did it......

A sharp chill flashed in Feng Muge's eyes, she never thought she was a good person. If someone deceives her, it is her code of conduct to repay her a hundredfold.

Squeak saw the coldness in Feng Muge's mouth, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his chubby body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The host, it's horrible.

It hesitated, its paws in front of it.

"Master, I have a treasure for you."

"Oh? What the? The chill around Feng Muge's body dissipated, and he looked at it with a smile, as if the previous killing intent was just an illusion.