In the inner courtyard, the petals of the purple glow tree are flying, gorgeous and flamboyant, and the snow ginseng doll and the ink monkey hide above the densest flower tree, muttering quietly.

The snow ginseng doll held a chubby little hand, and there was a drop of crystal clear cultivation liquid on his fingertips, and without seeing any movement from him, the cultivation liquid decomposed into more than a dozen different colors of spirit grass essence.

"Babbling, babbling, babbling, ......"

Luo Qingyin swept up the tree and said loudly: "Mo Monkey, what is he talking about?" ”

The snow ginseng doll and the ink monkey were shocked, and an upside-down green onion fell to the ground.

Luo Qingyin stretched out his hand, grabbed them back to the tree one by one, and said with a cold face: "The guts have grown hair, right?" ”

The snow ginseng doll hugged her thighs and babbled again.

The Ink Monkey pretended not to hear.

He didn't want to translate it for him!

Knocked over her cultivation liquid, and they planned to quietly refine a new bottle for her, but it found that Xiao Poxue was more powerful than it, and the glass heart was immediately injured.

In a stalemate, more than a dozen elixir essences on the fingertips of the snow ginseng doll rolled together, colliding with each other and agitating each other, and the subtle impurities were removed one by one, and the last remaining droplets were only one-third in size, as clear as the finest emeralds.

The snow ginseng doll flatteringly stretched out the droplets in front of Luo Qingyin.

Luo Qingyin was stunned.

This hand was a bit unexpected to her.

The ink monkey's eyes lit up, and he suddenly forgot the pain of being beaten in the ass, and quickly licked the droplets into his mouth.

"It's delicious!" The ink monkey flatteringly scratched the snow ginseng doll, "One more drop, squeak." ”

The snow ginseng doll took out the jade bottle and poured it again, only to find that the cultivation liquid was gone......

Luo Qingyin clasped his hands around his chest and sneered, "Huh? ”

A single um, with a slight upturn at the end, carries the threat they fear most.

The ink monkey felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly surrendered: "Ye has already discussed with Xiao Poxue, Ye wrote the Danfang, Poxue is responsible for refining, and we will definitely get the cultivation liquid out for you." ”

Luo Qingyin grabbed its neck, raised his eyebrows and said, "Write Danfang?" Are you going to steal or just get something to fool me? ”

The ink monkey was out of breath and rolled his eyes directly, "You don't need to steal, no matter what kind of pill, you can identify the ingredients and heat with a bite, why steal?" ”

Yo, there's a bit of a skill.

Luo Qingyin was a little surprised in his heart, but his face was not shocked, and said: "You write Danfang, he refines it, is it possible that Lingcao wants me to come out?" ”

The ink monkey and the snow ginseng doll have been tearing up the spirit grass problem just now.

The ink monkey thought that since Luo Qingyin was here, it was just right for her to have some blood.

However, Luo Qingyin's aura was too strong, and it found that it had no choice but to admit it: "Okay, the master writes the pill, the master gives the elixir, and breaks the snow to refine." Hmph, little broken snow, let you win once! ”

The snow ginseng doll happily slobed its face.

The ink monkey said angrily: "Don't stain your beautiful hair, squeak!" ”

Luo Qingyin looked at the snow ginseng doll condescendingly: "Isn't Xiaoxue afraid of fire?" How to refine? ”

The ink monkey sneered while pulling out the spirit grass from his stomach: "Stupid woman, you underestimate him too much, he is the king of spirit plants, can this little thing be difficult for him?" Anyway, that's it, squeak. ”

Without waiting for Luo Qingyin to speak, it began to count the spirit grass, "Thyme, water spirit grass、......、 Mu Yuanjing, and the money root is still missing, it's just an ordinary elixir, so go to the Tai Hospital." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the neck by the snow ginseng doll.

The ink monkey almost burped again, and stared at him with a red face and a thick neck: "Where is it difficult to catch, what are you doing by grabbing the master's neck?" ”

Mao Dun Literature