But the words of the flower fat mist have been said very clearly, and these two hard jobs are tricks for them to embarrass her, and now, it is just a tooth for a tooth.

The medicine guard and the medicine woman secretly complained, reluctantly nodded in response, and fled in disgrace.

Then, Wu Xiangling yawned lazily, took the flower fat mist to the top of the Eight Treasure Pagoda, and as soon as he entered the attic on the top floor, he immediately noticed the difference.

The attic of Nuoda is very open.

The windows are open on all sides, and the edges of the walls are inlaid with wooden shelves, and there are bottles and cans, which are large in number but inconspicuous.

The most conspicuous thing is that in the center of the room, there is a small gilded alchemy furnace, the wall of the furnace is engraved with several ancient runes, faintly exuding a bright red light, and the flames burning below are the blue immortal fire of the lake.

Legend has it that the fire of immortality is possessed only by immortal birds.

The mouth of the immortal bird is full of tongues of fire, hovering in the active volcano at a height of 10,000 feet all the year round, the heat wave is so strong, there is no human population for ten miles around. And the person who uses the immortal fire must be the owner of the immortal bird, and if you want to get the immortal bird, you have to catch it.

Flower Fat Mist looked at Wu Xiangling in surprise, thinking that at the beginning, in his previous life, he was also afraid of active volcanoes, and he didn't dare to go straight to the top of the mountain and find an immortal bird.

I didn't expect Wu Xiangling's ability to be so great.

Far more than I imagined.

"Here, why does it smell of blood?" Suddenly, the mist shrugged her nose and looked around.

Wu Xiangling leaned back on the couch next to him, supported his arm, picked some tea leaves to soak in water with his fingertips, and replied lazily: "Oh, that's the taste of skinning and bloodletting." The blood I want is from young girls, fresh, fragrant, and of high quality, so that I can stay young forever. ”

The flower butter mist was stunned for a moment, and her eyes widened as she looked at her.

Wu Xiangling's palm flickered, and the tea in the cup turned into a bright red liquid, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

"You!" The mist screamed.

She looked at Wu Xiangling's smiling face, her hair stood on end, and the scene of her brain being peeled and bled in an instant was simply disgusting.

In his eyes, Wu Xiangling withdrew his hand and drank the liquid from the cup.

The flower fat mist is about to vomit.

Suddenly, looking at each other, Wu Xiangling leaned forward and closed with a smile, rolling on the couch with his stomach covered, and tears were laughing.

"You girl, teasing you, do you really believe it? Hahahaha. Wu Xiangling smiled while holding the small coffee table, and his face turned red.

Hua Rouge paused, I didn't expect this master to be so fond of teasing people, she was the only one who played tricks, and no one had ever tricked her: "What are you drinking?" ”

Wu Xiangling looked at her serious expression, laughed breathlessly, and said intermittently: "Dragon, dragon juice!" What do you think it is, blood? ”

The mist of floral butter is full of black lines.

Wu Xiangling hadn't been so happy for a long time, laughed for a long time, and finally restrained her smile, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "Xiaowu, why are you so cute?" ”

"......" Hua Rou Mist stared at Wu Xiangling, unable to speak, and said for a long time, "Master, did you raise immortal birds?" ”

Suddenly diverted from the topic, Wu Xiangling thought for a while, and her eyes fell on the lake-blue fire: "That's right, I didn't expect that you little girl still knows the immortal fire." ”

"Well, I've read it in a book."

"Even the books that the immortal birds record are not ordinary books." Wu Xiangling said, stood up and walked to the alchemy furnace.

Flower Fat Mist didn't know how to answer, indeed, what ordinary disciples didn't know, how could she know?

Fortunately, Wu Xiangling didn't get to the bottom of it, and it seemed that she didn't seem to care about the origin of the flower fat mist.