Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Mind Stone and the Chocolate Fountain
"Nightingale, we're going to procure materials, mind stones, witches' tears, and the powder of the evil spirits and the blood of evil creatures I've never heard of before. β
Nightingale replied word by word: "The Soul Stone is an alchemical substance refined by a legendary witch in the mysterious Flying Stone, which can increase the strength of the soul, and any power that attempts to destroy the soul will be absorbed by it. β
Romeo frowned when he heard this: "Why didn't you say it earlier, wouldn't it be very expensive, wouldn't ten gold bars be enough." β
"Just a little bit is enough, and the large Soul Stone is of course a rare treasure and is worth a lot.
The Witch's Tears is based on the outstanding achievements of necromancy in the ancient Magic Empire, and it took generations of witches a lot of time and countless eyes to develop a potion with a precise formula.
This recipe is only mastered by a very small number of witches, and there is no need to worry about both materials, I will find a way to get it through my channels. β
"Evil spirit powder, you can only go to the necromancer to ask for it, if you are lucky enough, you can buy the latter two items on the black market for a lot of money, so that you don't have to deal with the nasty necromancer. β
"I'll find a way to put an alchemy eye on you. After too long, the vascular nerves cannot be connected. "Digging out a bird's eye is not a burden, but ignoring that the nightingale itself is actually a human being, the bird's eye may not work.
"No, there are living human organs on the black market, which were originally used for human evil experiments, and a slave girl's eyeball is not much money, I will figure it out myself. Nightingale shrugged. β
"Then let's set off, the annoying Blood Clan Elders will come to chase and kill again, and you can run for your life alone. β
"If you die, do I have to die with you? Tweet Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·" Nightingale said coldly.
Romeo paused for a moment and said with a smile, "I'm not so easy to die, you can rest assured." β
He and the nightingale flew into the air, casually glancing down, and the struggling walk on the ground surrounded by several ill-intentioned warriors in armor, their lewd gaze wandering over the white and dazzling legs of the phoenix.
Romeo couldn't help but pay a moment of silence for several armored warriors. Sure enough, an extremely fierce and blazing flame fluctuation emanated.
The high temperature that can melt in the space immediately made several samurai instantly become charred black skeletons, and the wind blew gently, and the black particles drifted away in the wind, and the ashes disappeared.
Romeo said coldly: "Little Phoenix, how can you kill people with a sword? Murder is a very serious crime in the West, and you have to pay for your life." β
The little phoenix cried bitterly: "You western continents are all promiscuous beasts, killing them will stain my hands. β
Romeo leaned down slightly: "Little Phoenix, I'll give you a ride, in front of you is the main city patrolled by the guards, this will not happen." β
Feng Chengcheng shouted angrily: "You are not a good person, so I will not be fooled." Sell me later, maybe I'll be stupid enough to count the money for you. β
Romeo laughed, "You're quite conscious, but my time is precious, so I won't say it a second time." β
The girl wiped her tears, but quickly hooked the young man's neck, and choked up: "My face can be restored in any condition, so that you can sell it for a good price." β
Romeo shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm not short of money at the moment, when I make my uncle happy, I'll help you get rid of the scar on your face." β
The strength of the little phoenix's fingers suddenly increased, just like a giant python entwining its prey alive, Romeo's neck soon oozed blood, and he shouted: "Phoenix Tilting City, believe it or not, I will throw you down, if you fall at this height, you will not die or be disabled." β
The little phoenix quickly kissed him on the side of his face, and his tone was ambiguous: "If you can cure my face, how about I cheapen you?"
Romeo replied lightly: "Less, I'm not interested in a bird." Serve me tea and pour water, the maid and maid are pretty much the same. β
Feng Qingcheng was so angry when he heard this, his flaming wings stretched out, the black flames rose and surged, the young man's neck was scorched black like a piece of black charcoal, and his voice was hoarse: "If you burn my last magic robe, I will tear off your clothes and parade through the streets." β
The nightingale asked curiously, "Is there a witch in the East?" Why can you transform into a bird, and it is also a burning firebird, so powerful, I envy such skills." β
"Witch, what is a witch, we have witches in the East, who are one of the official positions in charge of rituals and sacrifices, and can communicate with the gods in the sky, and when I experience the seventy-seven and forty-nine heavenly thunder tribulations, I can cultivate into immortals and live forever. β
Romeo is firmly located on the tourist-filled Avenue of Shenghui, a shop selling civilian clothing, shoes and hats. He picked out a denim bib jumpsuit and beret for the little phoenix, and he tied up the little phoenix's green silk with a string and covered it with a hat.
Satisfaction said to the nightingale: "Go and help her change her clothes, and you can pick a few yourself." The nightingale looked at the little phoenix with clear eyes, but the shirt on the phoenix was a little nondescript, and the long legs were all exposed, no wonder it would be obscene.
"So many beautiful dresses, why should I wear such a strange dress, so ugly, I don't like it. Feng Chengcheng protested loudly.
Romeo coughed lightly, "Take off your shirt and walk naked." β
Feng Chengcheng bit his red lips with his teeth, and could only change into strange costumes with the nightingale, and the little phoenix's feet were too small.
Romeo couldn't find the right shoes for a while, so he had to pick out a pair of children's shoes. Redressed as a little phoenix, she was like a little boy.
He bought himself a lot of cheap clothes, and the clothes were as simple as ordinary small-town youths.
The nightingale's pale cheeks were wrapped in a black veil, covering her crippled right eye, and her aqua blue robe was exquisite. Then I walked into a mid-range western restaurant and ordered three servings of black pepper steak, cream shortbread, and a large portion of tiramisu.
The 3-foot-tall fountain machine, the heated basin keeps the chocolate melting, and the trapezoidal cone that flows through it creates the effect of a chocolate hanging waterfall, and the side is filled with a dazzling array of fresh fruits and sweet marshmallows.
The sweet smell of chocolate lingers for a long time, and the whole body is surrounded by the fragrant and silky taste, and every cell in the body seems to be awakened, and the corners of the mouth are full of smiles.
Feng Qingcheng tugged at Romeo's shirt sleeve, looking at him with puppy-like eyes, he smiled lightly: "You can eat if you want, but you can't follow us for a while, it's too dangerous." You just stay in this restaurant, order what you want to eat, and I'll pay. β
Feng Chengcheng muttered in a low voice, "I don't recognize the crooked words on it. β
"It's simple. β
He took out a gold bar and said to the boss, "My little brother is from the countryside and has never eaten orthodox Western food." The special meals in the store are all served, the chocolate hot pot is round, and I must not let my little brother run around, he is a road idiot, and his head is not very brightΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·"
The boss accepted the gold bar and said with a smile: "No problem, it's no problem to eat this amount for a month, the master in our store has nothing to say, and he is absolutely reluctant to leave." β
Little Phoenix watched Romeo and the boss muttering for a long time, and couldn't hear what they were saying, but there was certainly nothing good to discuss.
The delicate and delicious, sweet and fragrant colorful cake was placed in front of Feng Chengcheng, her small mouth opened into an O-shape, and she said excitedly: "This is all mine, dead mouse, I can't see it, you still have a conscience." β