"This ...... It's ......"

"Huh? Grandpa, what's wrong with you? This is the elixir given by Hua Yuqiong? ”

Cheng Yuqi heard the voice of the War Dragon Marquis, and raised his head to look at the War Dragon Marquis with some puzzlement. When he saw the Battle Dragon Marquis, who almost jumped up with excitement, he was even more puzzled in his heart.

Why did Grandpa ...... So excited?

Did he take the wrong pill?

No, he remembered that it was this little porcelain vase.

"Stinky boy, you said this was given to you by Qiong'er?" The Marquis of War Dragon asked in shock.

He walked quickly to Cheng Yuqi's side, took the small porcelain vase in Cheng Yuqi's hand in his hand, and carefully examined the two rich and graceful fonts at the bottom of the porcelain vase.

Ghost...... Worship......

"Grandpa, if it's not good, I'll give him back?" Cheng Yuqi glanced at the pill in his hand and said reluctantly.

After all, he found that this elixir was really useful for his injuries. And it made him feel refreshed and his injuries didn't hurt anymore.

But it's still not good to take other people's things for nothing.

And Zhan Longhou, who has no time to deal with his grandson, is already very sure that the word at the bottom of this bottle is "ghost worship" at this moment. Unexpectedly, Qiong'er's girl actually gave Qi'er a pill refined by the ghost worship master!

This is a priceless elixir that is hard to find!

"Stinky boy, what are the words on this?" As if he had discovered some shocking secret, Zhan Long Hou handed the bottom of the small porcelain bottle to Cheng Yuqi.

"What other words? Whose porcelain vase still writes ......" Cheng Yuqi looked at the bottom of the bottle disapplausively, but when he saw the two words at the bottom of the bottle, he couldn't help but widen the narrow Danfeng eyes, and said incoherently: "This is not ...... But this is not yin...... The elixir of the master of the ghost ritual ......"

"Yes, it's a ghost ritual." Zhan Long Hou's beard trembled, and Feiyang's mood had stabilized.

"Is it ......?"

Cheng Yuqi touched his chin and frowned at the pill in his hand, "Could it be that the master of painting Yuqiong is a master of ghosts?!" ”

Nine times out of ten, that's it, otherwise where did that guy who painted Yuqiong get so many pills all day? Don't feel distressed at all and say that you will send it?

It's either that he has a lot of pills, or he's crazy!

"Perhaps." Zhan Long Hou nodded, "Qiong'er worshiped a good master!" ”

And his family is not a ......

Alas, it's all tears.

"Grandpa, take out the pill that Yuqiong gave us before!" Cheng Yuqi thought of the elixir that Yu Qiong had sent before, and suddenly said.

"Okay."

As he spoke, Zhan Long Hou took out a porcelain bottle from the storage ring and flipped it up and down, so that the bottom of the bottle appeared in front of him.

An old and a small, a large and a small pair of eyes stared straight at the bottom of the bottle, but the bottom of the bottle was as white as jade, and the surface was smooth. Not to mention the words printed with a special mark, there is not even the slightest scratch.

The old man and the young looked at each other, and the Marquis of Zhan Long poured out one of the healing pills in the porcelain bottle, compared it with the one in Cheng Yuqi's hand, and found that the two were the same.

Except for the shape of this one in the hands of the Marquis of Zhan Long, it is not very regular, and it is not as round as the one in Cheng Yuqi's hand.

A trace of unknown emotion flashed in Zhan Long Hou's eyes, and he quickly put away the pill very quickly, and whispered to Cheng's grandson: "This kind of pill is not good outside, remember not to publicize Master Qiong'er's affairs, otherwise, it will definitely cause great trouble!" ”