Zhan Zheng swept in front of her, the long sword in his hand slashed out a bright light, slashed towards her neck, and asked in a low voice, "Are you in a gang with them?" Did you bring them here? ”

"You still want to hold me hostage?" Luo Qingyin tilted his head, and the blue water spirit sword blocked his sword with a "clang", and immediately performed nephrite skill, flying up and kicking him in the abdomen.

The incomparably soft legs were twisted into a tricky arc at will, and Zhan Zheng's sword missed, and the whole person was kicked against the wall, and when the already overwhelmed body fell, all of them lost consciousness.

Zhan Zheng stared at her fiercely, his eyes almost overflowing with blood!

Luo Qingyin stretched out his foot to wipe the blood stains on the tips of his shoes on his pale black clothes, and asked, "Do you need to rejuvenate the sun?" ”

Zhan Zheng stared at her coldly, her actions were really beyond his expectations, could it be that she was really here to sell pills?

However, he did not let his guard down: "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

"Sell pills." Luo Qingyin took out a small bottle from his sleeve with a natural expression, and opened it in front of him, "The rejuvenation powder made by the alchemy master himself, a must-have product for killing people and goods, ten pieces of medium-grade Xuanjing, do you want to have one?" ”

Zhan Zheng hesitated for a moment: "You're not here to grab the treasure and grab points?" ”

Killing him, you can immediately get three thousand points, and instantly top the list, which is much easier than killing mysterious beasts everywhere, than searching for treasures in the forbidden Valley of Trials.

"I only have less than 100 points now, so I don't have the spare time to chase the rankings." Luo Qingyin was noncommittal about his statement, paused, and said, "As for the treasure hunt, I know that I am unlucky, so I am too lazy to work hard." simply took a large number of pills and sold them, and the right to make a fortune in the exam. ”

She said it as if it were true, and the ink monkey covered her mouth over her shoulder, and if it weren't for the strong enemy outside, it would have laughed.

Zhan Zheng was still skeptical, his eyes fell on the medicine bottle, and before he could speak, he spit out another mouthful of blood.

Wiping the corners of his mouth, he showed a wry smile: "It's a pity that the alchemy master's pill can't save me at all." ”

"What about this?"

Zhan Zheng raised his head, and suddenly saw a transparent green glass bottle in a white jade-like hand, a pure liquid, which made his eyes hurt: "What is this?" ”

Luo Qingyin's lips opened slightly, and he spit out three words: "Baicao wine." ”

Zhan Zheng's expression immediately became very exciting: "Ghost City Baicaotang? ”

Since the manager of the ghost market changed hands, the ghost market has added a hundred herbs, and the spirit wine sold has attracted the attention of the world.

Although he had never been there, he had heard that the effect of Baicao wine was wonderful, and no matter whether it was internal or external, once it was drunk, it would definitely recover within three days!

Zhan Zheng stared at Luo Qingyin's expression tightly, and his expression became even more suspicious.

"Don't believe me?" Luo Qingyin threw the Baicao wine into his arms, "If you don't believe it, you can go out and inquire later." I grew up in Lijing, so it wasn't difficult to get a bottle of baicao wine from a ghost market. ”

Zhan Zheng held a sword in one hand, and with the other hand tremblingly picked up the baicao wine and flicked the cork open.

A pure aroma of wine overflows, making people feel as if walking in the spring breeze in March, stepping on the grass, smelling all things, fresh and delicate.

With the fragrance, even if it is not real, it cannot be fake.

Zhan Zheng didn't drink it immediately, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you want?" ”

Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief.

What's more, throw such a good baicao wine as bait.

Mao Dun Literature