Chapter 438: About the Miao Curse Clan (2)

The next day, when they got up early, Youruo and Zhai Xiying opened their eyes almost at the same time.

The superimposed gazes of the two made Youruo look away in embarrassment for an instant, and lifted the quilt and got up to wash.

After breakfast, Zhai Xiying flew from Orchid Garden to the pharmacy with Youruo. Although Yu Ruo had Gu control, he put the cultivated Gu worms in the culture liquid in the pharmacy for the Gu worms to suck up.

He took the tongs and picked among the brown liquid, and finally found a Gu worm smaller than a mung bean.

If you look closely, you can see the Gu worm's body curled up together, black, put it in the market and sell it with black beans, and no one can find out that this is a worm.

"That's it, feed it to the Miao Spell Man from his mouth, and you will be able to control the Miao Spell Man in a moment." Youruo put the Gu worm into the small box and threw it to Zhai Xiying.

Zhai Xiying looked at the seven or eight insects that could be clearly seen in a pile of liquid, and asked Xiang Youruo: "Woman, why doesn't this king know that you have raised so many insects?" ”

Youruo snorted disdainfully, "These insects can't be cultivated in two months, and I've been idle for almost six or seven months, so it's no problem to cultivate a hundred!" ”

She was definitely not bragging, these Gu worms were at most intermediate-level Gu in Youruo's heart, and it was easy to make them by wasting time and thought during the cultivation process.

However, she didn't expect that just her small jar of Gu worms had already been harvested by a big family in the Miao Spell Clan for a year!

"Let's go." Youruo patted Zhai Xiying on the shoulder and motioned for him to pick her up.

Zhai Xiying raised his hand and took down Youruo's soft twing, "He is not in the national capital, let's take the carriage first." ”

"Oh~" Why does Youruo think that Zhai Xiying is unwilling to bear her current huge tonnage?

The wheels of the carriage rolled, rolled out of the national capital, and rolled into the city. After entering the city, Zhai Xiying rushed out of the carriage with Youruo in her arms.

As the special carriage of King Ying of King Ying's Mansion, maybe someone behind him is secretly following Zhai Xiying, so for the sake of safety, Zhai Xiying wants to hold Youruo into the specific location of the Mancheng branch altar.

The Mancheng branch altar is the second geographical location of the Hades Palace.

Looking down from Zhai Xiying's chest, he found that the Mancheng branch altar was also built in a forest, and the number of guards in the forest would be twice as large as that of the national capital branch altar.

"There are fewer formations here than in the national capital, so a large number of people are arranged to guard them." Zhai Xiying seemed to see Youruo's puzzlement, and explained at the exit.

"Hmm," Yuruo replied softly.

Soon, Zhai Xiying brought Youruo into the place where Miao Mantra was imprisoned.

At first, Youruo still fantasized that Miao Curse would be imprisoned in a dark prison by Zhai Xiying, a dead pervert, and then tortured him.

However, the reality is always the opposite, Zhai Xiying actually provided all the needs of the Miao Mantra people, and the good life was offered in the branch altar, but it only restricted the freedom of the Miao Mantra people.

When I entered the room, there was a smell of tea wafting out. You Ruo glanced at Zhai Xiying strangely, and stepped in.

Before the door opened, Miao Man's attention was paid to the visitor. Seeing that it was two men and women wearing masks, and then looking at the skull masks, he snorted angrily, the Hades Palace dared to imprison him!

"Big brother, can you introduce yourself?" If you are interested, you will open your mouth first.

Miao Curse Man stared at Youruo for a while, and said his name for the first time: "Munobi Shi! ”

Despise? The name... It's so unique, looking at the man in front of him is forty years old, he actually blows his nose and stares at her, his habits shouldn't be bad, right?

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