After choosing this one, the floral mist does not regret it.

She has seen Canaan's methods of dealing with herself more than once, the so-called soldiers will block, water will cover the earth, and food must not be wasted because of choking.

If you want to do it, it's up to her to toss.

In short, the courage to move forward should not be given up because of the presence of the enemy.

In terms of elixir, the flower butter mist is very proficient, and it is estimated that even if there is any crisis, it must be able to solve it easily, and there will be no big differences.

After weighing, she walked along the line in the direction of the alchemy room.

Just arrived at the alchemy room.

"Ahh You cheap bones, you actually dare to step on the bad spirit grass, do you know that this is a frost-skinned Xuanye, just one plant, you have to raise it for half a year before it is willing to sprout! ”

"What? Fall, fall and step on it?! Sprain? You can't break your neck or foot! ”

"No need to stay in the alchemy room, get out! Get out and clean the hut! ”

The earth-shattering roar can be heard from afar.

It's hard to ignore the mist of florasin.

She squinted at the people around her.

The face of the messenger who led the way remained unchanged, and the first few miscellaneous servants did not react, it must not be the first time to come, it seemed that they were all used to this roar that shocked the heart and lungs.

The flower mist pursed her lips.

Outside the alchemy room, there were endless medicinal fields on the left, right and behind, and the roaring sound seemed to come from behind.

In the center of the medicine field, a delicate eight-treasure pagoda was built, rising from the ground, the tower was very tall, the flying eaves, poking into the blue sky, each brick and tile was unusually thick, and the heavy dark brown was stacked up, full of solemnity.

Inside a few windows, colorful steaming steam bubbled out.

On the ridge of the field, occasionally passing by some gray-clothed handymen, all expressionless, holding the cut herbs, walking back and forth, but their eyes are blank, their faces are dark, and they don't know whether they are exposed to the sun or smoked when they are boiling herbs.

The flower fat mist is staggering.

Is this really a big fat shortage?

How does it feel eerie, not like a good place at all? If you let the inferior handymen come, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay.

Speaking of which, it seems that it is better to hunt and tame animals.

"Yakumo, this month's person has sent it." The messenger knocked on the heavy tower door.

There was a deep thump, like the sound of a ripe watermelon smashing into the water of a well.

The flower fat mist stared at the medicine field, and was distinguishing all kinds of spirit grasses, when he heard a bang in the tower!

Out came a grizzled man.

"It's a full month again? Who were the people who sent it last time, and they trampled on most of the things in the medicine field, wasting a lot of my effort. ”

The person who spoke came over and wiped his face, and the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became.

I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, but I knew it was an old woman when I heard the voice.

"Yakumori is exaggerating." The messenger smiled back, turned to the team, and said, "That's what you're testing for the next five days, and the medicine guard is the one who oversees your every move." ”

Yao Shou crossed his waist and was aggressive: "To put it bluntly, I am the boss here, the ugly words are ahead, if any of you dare to owe your feet and step on a spiritual grass, you will go to the toilet for me!" ”

Everyone nodded.

The flower fat mist also nodded.

She was amused in her heart: What kind of qualifications is this medicine guard, looking at her embarrassed appearance, it is obvious that she failed to refine the medicine a moment ago, and the medicine furnace was blown up, which made her face gray. Co-author, with this ability, can also serve as a medicine keeper? And, take your anger out on them?

What a stupid man.

Just thinking about it, Yakumori stretched out his hand and pointed.

"You, come out!"

It's not someone else, it's the flower fat mist.