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Xinglian still couldn't go back to the Holy Capital in the end, and he didn't have the kind of expression that Nangong Ru would have when she saw her safely.

If she had known that Sijingyan's ultimate goal was to go to the Holy Stream Academy, and if she had known that her brother, the world's number one pharmacist, would also rush in the direction of the Holy Stream Academy, what would she have to waste these three days on the road.

It's not the blue-scaled horse of the Four Winds Beiling, is it okay to sit until your back hurts?

"Aren't you going back to Shengliu Academy?" Si Jingyan had already been numb in the mood of wanting to pinch her to death eight hundred times a day, and although he had delayed three days in vain, he still showed a good cultivation and a very calm posture.

"Hmm." Xing Lian held a large stack of Red Flame Fruits in her arms, threw one into her mouth from time to time, and said very bluntly: "It's cheaper to follow you, and it's ......" She paused, snapped her fingers, and a small cluster of white light immediately appeared from her fingertips.

She smiled, and then withdrew the white light again and continued to gnaw on the fruit, "Although the injury has not fully recovered, but now that you can use the Xuan Spirit Power, the Blood Vitality Pill is really a good thing." "Of course, in addition to eating too much at once to make up for the freeze all over the body into ice sculptures, you must rely on continuous gnawing on the Red Flame Fruit to alleviate the coldness.

Sijing was silent, staring at the pile of fruits in her arms.

This woman does have extraordinary abilities, and she can hold back a silent cry in the face of the unbearable cold that ordinary people can't bear, and if she opens her mouth to beg him, he will not die without help.

But she didn't, and she could even find a Red Flame Fruit that was strong enough to resist the cold snap.

The Red Flame Fruit contains a small dose of heat poison, and no one has ever used it as a medicine, but this woman is not only afraid of death, but the effect is extremely significant.

Using the heat to suppress the cold current is really a clever method, once the Xuan Ling power is restored, she can force out the residual toxins in her body, killing two birds with one stone.

With such a powerful knowledge of medicinal materials, why didn't she become an alchemist and enter the most dangerous beast control academy?

Xing Lian glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the man opposite was looking at the little red fruit in her arms, and immediately understood what he was thinking, and sneered disdainfully, "His Royal Highness King Jing, do you think the waste is easy or the genius is easy?" ”

“……”

"A genius like you, of course, hasn't felt how waste lives." She pinched a red fruit in her hand, and the red juice flowed down the peel, and at the moment of dripping, she threw it into her mouth, "Some things, just do what you can, if you have to make trouble known to the world, then, you must follow the theorem that the capable work harder, besides, on the cusp of the limelight, not everyone can afford to stand, right?" ”

Her words were confused, and even the preface did not match the afterword, but Sijingyan still heard it.

This woman has been hiding her strength, and her feelings are for the sake of retreating to the people, and she doesn't care about anything? It's just that she is as cheeky and eccentric as she is, what are you afraid of in the limelight?

Xing Lian only said one thing, and did not say it very thoroughly, she wants to be strong, and will do her best to train herself on this basis, although Si Jing Yan sees through her knowledge of medicinal materials, she doesn't know that being able to cultivate into alchemy right now is her main goal.

Too lazy to dwell on this topic, she changed her words, looked at the carriage that came from the willow knife, and disdainfully spoke, "I think it's better to be a gentleman, King Ling is a third-order blue-scaled horse when he comes, why do you have to sit in this kind of broken carriage with you?" ”