Swallowing the meat in his mouth, Xiao Cheng lightly glanced at Qi Yuan, who was wandering in the world with an incredulous expression, and a hint of abuse appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, in order to treat the injury, not to mention the delay of the ten clan grand meeting, just the immortal essence stone used to heal the injury is a value that I dare not recall, Lao Tzu has worked hard for a long time, and he has returned to a state of poverty again. Qi Yuan, you kid just accept your fate, in order to capture you alive, I have paid my blood, and I don't get anything in return from you, isn't it stupid?"

Xiao Cheng secretly pondered these thoughts, and his face was uncertain.

Jian San saw it on the side, and felt a chill in his heart. "As soon as the factory owner has this kind of idea, he is definitely thinking about the trick, Xiao Cheng is a big bad silver." Jian Sanmei paper identified this. As for who is the who looked at Xiao Cheng with silver eyes a few days ago?

Indeed, in the past few days, he has been hiding here to heal his wounds, and his soul has controlled Qi Yuan, who has been sealed, and in the process, Xiao Cheng has paid an unimaginably huge price. The three major Dharma protectors were seriously injured, and when they came back, they were in a state of fainting, plus Qi Yuan was almost beaten into mud, and Xiao Cheng himself was scarred by the use of the Nine Swords by leapfrogging, in this case, he could only go out and buy the elixir.

Xiao Cheng has never had the intention of using the resources in Jian Sansan and Qi Yuan's storage bags, since he is the factory owner, he naturally has to pay out of his pocket at this time, and this must be paid.

Anyway, they are all controlled by the soul, and what they have is no different from what they have. It's just that this is equivalent to slapping a swollen face and filling a fat man, stabilizing everyone's injuries, and conditioning himself, not to mention the two whole days that have passed, there are less than a thousand middle-grade immortal essence stones left in the storage bag. For Xiao Cheng, this is equivalent to bankruptcy.

The pills sold in the cultivation workshop market are not ordinarily expensive, Xiao Cheng deeply hates that he is not an alchemist, but the manpower is limited, and it is impossible to know everything, but the refining line is already as vast as a sea of smoke, so why talk about alchemy again? However, Qi Yuan is a real alchemy master, if he can successfully refine the best elixir, he can be upgraded to an alchemy master.

Xiao Cheng looked at Qi Yuan, as if he had seen a moving golden mountain, emitting wolf light. It's no wonder that the sword san, who noticed his eyes, was terrified.

Alchemy is different from refining, the best spirit pill is not as difficult to refine as the best magic weapon, as long as it is an alchemy master, it can be refined, but the price can scare people to death. Also, it takes several years for an alchemist to refine a furnace of elixir, and when he doesn't have the energy to look at the alchemy furnace, he needs the help of an idle alchemist to take care of it.

"Qi Dashao, what's the matter, today's wine and food don't suit your taste, why don't you get a drop of wine and don't eat meat and vegetables? Oh, it's really a cow from a big family, and sitting with a little person like us, don't you feel too embarrassed?" Xiao Cheng wiped the grease stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, raised his eyes to look at Qi Yuan, who had a bitter face, and sneered in a weird manner, while saying such heart-stopping words. Obviously, it is to satirize Qi Yuan.

Herod!

Bai Ma was pouring a glass of wine from the sword second-hand, and when he heard this, he raised his two big ears, and his mouth was very cooperative with Xiao Cheng's voice. A white horse has learned to laugh at Qi Yuan, and he really Qi Yuan to death, he glared at the beast who was proudly pulling the food with his hooves, snorted coldly in displeasure, and turned his head to Xiao Cheng's playful eyes. He said in a condensed voice: "Xiao Cheng, you are really amazing, you can have such a magical power? A four-heaven gate monk can control the divine soul of the triple or even quadruple dà energy of the holy realm? terrifying, absolutely terrifying."

I capsized in the gutter and became your puppet, but don't think that you can manipulate me at will, Lao Tzu has never obeyed you in his heart. You don't have to ridicule me with yin and yang weirdness, there is something to change the way to draw out."

Qi Yuan still has an arrogant temperament in his bones, he has just woken up, and he still doesn't understand the horror of the Six Soul Control Talismans, and he still thinks that he can have many human rights, no, he strives for the initiative.

The three protectors bowed their heads and ate the vegetables at the same time, in fact, they were about to burst into laughter. Thinking about the three of them, weren't they also this virtue at the beginning? I was not convinced, and I was holding back my strength everywhere, wanting to fight for human rights. But after going through a change of clothes and a series of inhumane destruction, they learned to be obedient and understood a lot, and they knew better the horror of soul control charms.

As long as it is an order given by Xiao Cheng seriously, then it must be obeyed. This thing doesn't matter if you want it in your heart or not, the coercive power is earth-shattering, Qi Yuan doesn't know how powerful it is, and he dares to talk like this? The three who had already been cleaned up held back a smile and waited to see the fourth member of the group tortured.

Not to mention, seeing that Qi Yuan is about to be deflated, why is his heart so happy? It turns out that as long as others are not as good as themselves, the psychology can be balanced, and the three immoral things are waiting for the psychological feast, in other words, it is also the turn of others to be tortured, and the strange ideas of their own factory owners are one after another, and what kind of virtue will Qi Yuan be made of? The three of them snickered secretly.

After Xiao Cheng heard Qi Yuan's words, he didn't have a trace of annoyance, but looked at Qi Yuan with a smile. This glance made Qi Yuan feel the chrysanthemum tighten, as if something bad was happening. Qi Yuan's intuition has always been effective, except for the fact that he didn't perceive being surrounded by the enchantment in advance in Quqishan, he was still quite bright at other times.

"Qi Yuan, I order, when you talk to me in private, that is, in front of your own family, you must call the factory owner, and you are not allowed to call your name. Forget it in public, just do what you want."

Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and shouted: "Subordinates obey orders, factory owner." After saying this, Qi Yuan's eyes turned into bull's eyes, and one hand covered his mouth desperately. "Is this Nima's demon law? This is not the way I want to respond, I don't want to respond, 'You just dream', why is it like this as soon as the words come out, what's going on? What kind of mind-controlling technique can reach such a terrifying realm of words? It's terrifying!" Qi Yuan's hair stood on end again.

Xiao Cheng took a glass of wine proudly, glanced at the stunned Qi Yuan, and continued: "Qi Yuan, you come over to pour wine for this seat, you have to be like a winery waiter, don't slack off."

"Yes, Lady Factory."

Qi Yuan couldn't help but stand up, walked behind Xiao Cheng and stood still, and he hated to slap this person's head in his heart, but as soon as this thought came out, he was blasted into ashes by another peerless energy from his soul, leaving only the feeling of 'absolute obedience to Xiao Cheng's orders', and he couldn't refuse.

Qi Yuan respectfully poured wine for Xiao Cheng, and then, holding the wine jug, stood beside Xiao Cheng like a good grandson, completely like a conscientious winery waiter.

'Hehe, hahaha, this is the live version of Xiao Er's wine, wahahaha......!' Jian San couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh, Qi Yuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot