Probably that's not good in public, you want to be quiet. Some people like to croak, but that's someone else's freedom.

In a huge restaurant, this jade boy is afraid of being deserted.

Yuyan Qiao; The son of Count Jujia Yujing, 18 years old. With a height of 188, even among the 300 people in the entire Immortal Pavilion, he can be regarded as strong in height and size. The spiritual root is 7.Upper grade high-grade spiritual root.

The Qi Cultivation Realm of the first order of Immortal Cultivation has a total of five layers. However, men are different, since the density of muscles and bones is higher than that of women, in addition to the fifth layer of the first-order Qi Realm, they also have the third-level strength cultivation of the first order.

Strength cultivation requires going to the mountains to hunt demon beasts, and the beast core is the most important channel to improve strength cultivation. Han Qian saw a large area of crimson blood stains on Yuyan Qiao's clothes, and knew that he probably went to hunt demon beasts before coming back.

It seems that instead of being injured, he has gained something.

Seeing that Han Qian didn't speak, Yuyan Qiao formed a roof shape with both hands and played, "How is it?" Make an offer? He asked again.

Han Qian turned his head and looked at this man with red lips and white teeth, deep and focused eyes, and a very obvious purpose. "Famous teachers make high apprentices~" Han Qian smiled and said sarcastically.

Who didn't know what was going on with his master, so he went into his room and saw his lifelike paintings of beauties.

"Pass the prize, so be it, I'll set a price for you. What do you think? Yuyan Qiao does not forgive, does not forget his original intention, and seems to be at the expense of work. But he looked cynical.

"You went hunting?" Han Asa is more interested in this question.

Yuyan Qiao nodded, "Well, I like hunting." Especially, a beauty like you. After speaking, he stared at Han Qian with a pair of bright blue eyes.

"I think you probably have a misunderstanding of the word 'hunting'. Hunting does not need to use god coins, but needs to spend god coins, which is called buying and selling. Han Qian replied. She really didn't have a good impression of Yuyan Qiao.

Yuyan Qiao's heart was not happy for a while, "It seems that you have not inherited your mother's intelligence." ”

"I advise you to also consider Yu Gongzi's suggestion, tsk..."

It's really meal time, and everyone is coming here.

George Streamer walked in from behind Han Qian, and then dragged a chair and sat down on Han Qian's side. "Tsk... Yu Hanqian, are you going to wear this dress until you are kicked out of the Immortal Pavilion? Accompany Yu Gongzi, what kind of clothes do you want? ”

George Streamer; Daughter of Uncle George, Count George, 17 years old. He is more than half a head taller than Hanqian. Born a thousand charming, all kinds of enchanting. The spirit root is a high-grade high-grade spirit root of 8.

"Did you hear that, Yu Gongzi, someone is holding your field. Why don't you hurry up and buy clothes? Han Qian looked at Yuyan Qiao and said.

Although, in front of these two heavenly pride, only with a spiritual root of 3, she does have pressure and low self-esteem. But she struggled to suppress the inferiority complex that comes with this unfair treatment.

Yuyan Qiao spread his hands, "Two women, then it's nothing to do with me...", he stood up and walked away.

Leaving George Streamer, he looked at Han Qian with deep hatred, "I said, you are really amazing." Low-level spiritual roots dare to go to the 'Immortal Pavilion', heh, I'm afraid you, I don't know how you will die~"

Of course she doesn't like the cold. Who doesn't know that there is a future lord 'Ji Yunjing' on the Immortal Pavilion. One more woman, one more competitor. Especially, it's still a beauty like Yu Hanqian. It's too threatening.

At this time, the cold porridge came up. She glanced at George Streamer with contempt, lowered her head and stirred the porridge in front of her, "Is it possible, do you know how you will die?" After saying that, she fed herself a mouthful of fragrant lean porridge.

George Streamer sneered, stood up and walked away. As if he was afraid of being contaminated with the poor and sour atmosphere on Han Qian's body.

Seeing George Streamer walk away, Han Qian took a deep breath. It's kind of a complaint about too much unfair treatment. Then she saw on the other side of the table, a large plate of meat and a pot bigger than a basin...

Han Qian immediately felt that he was too weak, and even a little embarrassed. After a quick meal, he left the kitchen and returned to his room.

Sitting on the stool next to the table, her mind was full of those two pots of meat. In her mind, the thought that appeared in the carriage before flashed again, isn't it, is there some little monster in her stomach?

She stood up and opened the window next to her bed. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in, adding a little warmth to the already glittering room.

Ji Mo's attitude has been clear, if the situation continues like this, she will definitely be driven down the mountain. But the problem is that she wants to make progress now, and she doesn't know where to start. Or, rather, not sure why.

If she doesn't change her situation and doesn't wait for Ji Mo to drive her away, I'm afraid George Streamer will do it. She decided to go to Master's residence, and she wanted to boldly take her life to test whether her idea was right.

Walk through the Lingcao lawn and walk through the square. I didn't meet anyone...

The door opened, and Han Qian walked into Ji Mo's room. Bypassing the screen, I didn't see Ji Mo. At this time, did Ji Mo go to dinner? However, it doesn't seem like the 'immortals' need to eat much.

She walked straight to the hollowed-out revolving shelf in the corner of the room.

On the shelves, these bottles are full of elixir... Han Qian picked up the bottle with the only color difference, the blue one.

The delicate medicine bottle is engraved with the words 'forget worries'.

Forget your worries? These two words are like another name for phantom grass...

"This medicine is very suitable for you...", a light voice came into Han Qian's ears. She turned.

"For a fragile girl like you, it's a great self-defense." Ji Mo stood not far in front of Han Qian.

"What is it?" Han Qian guessed that there was absolutely no good intention in Ji Mo's words.

He smiled and laughed, "Deadly poison...", the deadly poison, he said lightly... It seems that none of the lives here are fate.

Han Qian rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something. Then he asked, "Is there a cure?" ”

"There's no one else but me. If you are willing to go down the mountain, I can give you many of these benefits.

Poison has always been a woman's weapon. There was a hint of disdain for women in Ji Mo's tone. It reminded Han Qian of Shakespeare's sentence "Woman, your name is weak..."

"It's a woman's weapon, but it's not your weapon, Master..."Han Qian also half-sneered.

Ji Mo took two steps forward towards Han Qian, "Give people roses, there is fragrance in your hands...", he looked at Han Qian with a smile, and hoped that he could send a few bottles to the apprentice in front of him.

"Master, can I ask for two bottles..."Han asked Ji Mo with a smile.

Ji Mo heard the sound in the cold words, which meant that if she was willing to give her this poison, maybe she would be willing to go down the mountain. "Okay, you wait a minute." Ji Mo happily agreed.

Han Qian looked at Ji Mo's back as he walked towards the back room, "How much does this person wish he could get out of here quickly?" Thinking of this, she opened the blue vial in her hand, and without hesitation, drank it all...