Chapter 11: The Furnace Breaks

Ji Miao's words were as plain as water, and those eyes converged the endless cold chill, as if all the pretense was self-defeating.

"As long as you finish what I have explained, you can do whatever you want, and I don't need to teach you the rest."

The man was surrounded by the low pressure of the girl, and he was silent.

"Master, this is going to be an alchemy?" Nian Xuejiao regained her appearance, her posture was graceful, she was a hibiscus out of the water, her eyebrows, eyes and lips were tender like water, and her eyes were full of hope and worship when she looked up at the little master.

Yes, there's nothing wrong with this look.

Ji Miao said "En" lightly, and wanted to wave their hands to let them leave.

Correct...... She glanced at it casually.

"Twilight~" This secret sound is in the ears, charming into the bones, and invades the limbs and bones of people.

The man's body shook, "The minister is here." "The concubine can't do it.

"It's really boring to live, but it's also boring to live and find the meaning of living." Ji Miao spoke bitterly and coaxed a man who was no longer simple.

Is there any point in living? Is it hate?

He laughed self-deprecatingly, the so-called enemy died earlier than him, and he didn't know if he was reincarnated or not.

Will there be love......

He raised his head and looked at the girl with a look on her face who closed her eyes, and his heart was frightened and beat wildly.

Master......

There's nothing wrong with falling in love with your master, it's just that you'll never be completely yours.

He fled the scene in embarrassment, for fear that he would not be discovered.

"Stupid~" The elegant group of girls pulled the corners of their mouths, and their smiles were bright and a little perverted.

"Let you love, and don't let you love me."

Ji Miao said that it is convenient to find someone else to do things, and a newcomer like her, who is not familiar with life, is thankless to work around.

Counting the time, this is the seventh day she has come into this world.

Looking at the various precious medicinal herbs piled up in the room, Ji Miao still couldn't help but sigh, fortunately, she was a person with a different space, although it was not as big as the small world of the main body, but it was definitely more than enough.

All the things that can't be used up are thrown away in the different space, and there is no need to worry about it going bad, and the food preservation level 1 proves that you are worthy of pure natural pollution-free.

As for the alchemy furnace, after all, she didn't even enter the door for alchemy, so she asked them to find the lowest-level carved bronze furnace, 100 wholesale.

Refining fire, like her, who likes to play with fire, has collected a lot.

Aladdin's magic lamp can raise tens of millions of fires, endlessly.

Ji Miao pinched it with his bare hands and set up a small barrier, so as not to miss the gun and hurt the innocent later.

The fire can't be too fierce, and the attack power is too great, and her inferior product, the carved bronze furnace, may not be able to stand it, after all, it is not used to roast corpses like before.

The gentle and gentle fire, of course, is Nanming Lihuo, which is most suitable for simmering over low heat and boiling frogs in warm water.

I don't know if those magic sticks will want to torture her to death with a stick if they know about it.

Nanming is away from the fire, in ancient times, the natal true fire of the extremely southern guardian beast Vermilion Bird is the most powerful trick of Suzaku.

You say it's gentle?

Not necessarily.

Maybe if you accidentally shake your little hand, it will be smoke from the seven orifices, ascend to heaven on the spot, and your poor three souls and seven spirits will disappear.

A huge thousand-year-old blood ginseng, a bundle of crystal clear quenching grass, a ripe Xuanyuan fruit, and a handful of golden sunflower seeds were thrown into the carved bronze furnace in this way, and they were locked with rootless water, which was carefully boiled with the flames of Nanming Lihuo that came out of the Aladdin magic lamp, and she used the qi of heaven and earth to separate the essence from it.

A quarter of an hour later, Ji Miaowang wanted to see through it, only to see the mist rising.

For another quarter of an hour, turn the heat to high and cook until a pot is black, and scorched yellow frost flakes form in the black.

Finally, turn off the fire, and the residual temperature plus the qi of heaven and earth converge.

The pleasant aroma of herbs gradually emanated, and the qi of heaven and earth mixed with the essence of medicine gradually condensed into the shape of a ball......

"Bang - Bang Bang !!"

The explosion happened suddenly, and Xiao didn't even react to her.

In the midst of the dazed ruins, she picked up the elixir.

The Dan refined by others was only the size of a fingernail, and she practiced it bigger than her fist, so she could only hold it with both hands, for fear that it would be as broken as a carved bronze furnace that had been blown into slag.

At this time, she remembered in a trance that she didn't wash the herbs, and said that she didn't get sick if she didn't eat it cleanly, it really didn't matter, she didn't have to eat, it was the same if she soaked it in water and washed it, even if the impurities had been perfectly removed in the first step, it fell to the ground, and it was so big, but the effect would be halved.

If the senior alchemist was present at this time, his jaw would inevitably drop in shock, and the mottled white lines on it were just nine ways.

Mandan, or Nine Dan Patterns?!

Saying that you are a little white in refining medicine, it seems to be sarcastic about myself, the first time I refined it is the best elixir, saying that you are a master, the elixir that I practiced is so big that I don't know that I think it is used to feed pigs, and I don't know how to control the dosage, luxury, and waste!

Blame her, even Ji Miao wondered if her two servants had gone to rob the medicine field, although there was only one thousand-year-old blood ginseng, the hundred-year-old blood ginseng was as bad as a white radish, and there were some other things she hadn't seen, at least they were priceless treasures.

Since it was successful at one time, she thought that she would have to toss for a long time, so she canceled the enchantment and thought about greeting the shopkeeper.

"Prepare water, I want to bathe."

"During the day, bathe......"

In this world, bathing is still divided into day and night?

The shopkeeper saw Ji Miao, his eyes were complicated, and he saw a lot of debris, he knew it in his heart, and he stopped talking, looking like a pretentious little daughter-in-law.

What she didn't know was that her face was covered with a layer of gray and black carbon ash, but the breath around her body was still cold, and there was a divine light in the disobedience, which still made people kneel and beg for mercy.

The shopkeeper ran away in a "frightened" way, but as soon as he didn't want to open the door again, he bumped into Zhaoyang, he didn't even have time to say sorry, and left the scene as if he was running.

Is she scary? Ji Miao's confusion.

The group of old monsters who raised her obviously praised her for being too gentle, and she really couldn't understand what mortals were thinking day by day.

Zhaoyang, came to the door before he could close, and saw the black-faced girl with the backlight at a glance.

"Sister," he said weakly, a little shy, hesitant, and tentatively called.

"Huh?" Ji Miao's natural expression turned out to be cute, how to poke.

"There's something dirty on your face...... he took out a white handkerchief from his yellow wide sleeves and gently stroked his face, the young man was thin and weak, leaned closer, and found that he was not small, he was also fourteen years old, but he was almost half a head taller than Ji Miao.

I didn't think that my sister's face was clean, but his face was shamefully red.

My sister's face, through the thin fabric, can feel the smooth and delicate skin, Q elastic like water, he can't put it down.

Ji Miao unconsciously touched her face, her slender white hand was stained with a touch of scorched black, and her heart was galloping, and she made a mistake.

Zhao Yang didn't dare to look at it anymore, just like the previous shopkeeper and fled, probably retribution, this time, it was his turn to bump into the shopkeeper.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper is as stable as an old dog this time, a calm horse, and he hasn't spilled a drop of boiling hot water, except for Ji Miao, there is probably no one in this world who can make him confused.