"My people, what is the matter of calling me?"

Su Changqing has a problem-

Can't she hide the identity of her flower-planting family, why is she my people as soon as she comes up?

This question also passed through Su Changqing's heart for a moment, and then she quickly restrained her emotions and answered honestly and respectfully.

- The disciple would like to ask you to help refine the spirit plant.

The Yellow Emperor was silent for a moment, and then he saw the Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower in her hand through Su Changqing's body.

Immediately, there was a longer silence.

Picking up the Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower with his hand, and after a few glances, Su Changqing's face showed wine, "That's it?" The look.

I didn't say anything, but I seemed to have said everything.

Su Changqing: "? ”

She couldn't see the expression on her face, but she was connected to the Yellow Emperor, and she could naturally feel his thoughts.

Suddenly, there were only the following six points to say:

“……”

The voice of the Yellow Emperor came from the bottom of my heart.

- A quarter of an hour, if only concocted.

Su Changqing hurriedly responded.

- It's good to just concoct it, and I'm tired of Xuanyuan Ancestor.

The Yellow Emperor only said "um" faintly, and began to use Su Changqing's body to concoct the three needles of Mu Ling.

He was an extremely serious man.

Even though he was slightly interested in the space where he summoned his people, he was not distracted to look around.

A small pinch of flame suddenly appeared on Su Changqing's fingertips, and he placed the Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower on it to simmer, and then used another one to continuously input star power into the Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower.

Su Changqing: Seriously, she thinks her eyes will see.

The girl's expression was solemn, observing the changes in the Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower, and after finding that its color had changed somewhat, she smoothly increased the pinch of flame on her fingertips, but stopped the transmission of star power.

Except for the lighter color, the Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower didn't look like much of a change from the outside, but the strange thing was that it could feel the loss of moisture when looking at it with the divine sense.

A quarter of an hour was quickly coming.

No more, no less, just to refine the three needles of the wood spirit.

Yellow Emperor: That year, I had my hands in my pockets, and there was no opponent .jpg refining medicine

Su Changqing couldn't help but deduct a 6 in his heart-

This time, absolutely.

is worthy of being the originator of the male protagonist, and it is indeed hanging.

The Yellow Emperor's consciousness returned to her sea of consciousness and returned control of her body to Su Changqing.

- I'm tired of Xuanyuan's ancestor.

Su Changqing said something again in his heart, and then put away the wood spirit three-needle flower that had been concocted.

- Where is the other world?

The energetic tenor resounded from the bottom of his heart.

Su Changqing: "......"

I thought that the Ancestor could concoct the spirit plant before the secret realm was closed, but I didn't pay much attention to his voice at all.

At the moment, it sounds like the Yellow Emperor with muscles, and when he hears this voice, he feels like he can kill two bears with his bare hands.

It's amazing, it's deafening.

Su Changqing's thought passed by, lest he wait for the ancestor to think that he had a bad opinion of his voice.

——Back to the ancestor of Xuanyuan, this realm is the realm of Canglan.

The Yellow Emperor seemed confused.

- Canglan Realm?

- Tell me more.

Su Changqing: "............"

It can be seen that the curiosity of Xuanyuan Ancestor is indeed much heavier than the other card characters she has summoned.

Like Kong Xuan, Yang Jian, and Ao Bing, although they are also curious about this world, they only have that.

- The Canglan realm is ......

Su Changqing restrained his thoughts, and then began to introduce the Canglan realm to the Yellow Emperor in his heart.

In addition, the Yellow Emperor also asked a lot of questions, and Su Changqing answered them one by one.

With such a question and answer, time passed quickly.

Two hours, as if it was just a blink of an eye, it was there in one fell swoop, and sure enough, chatting would make people forget the time.

The Yellow Emperor's consciousness was still unfinished before it dissipated.