"Really? Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Lan Feng put down the teapot and clapped his hands gently.

"Congratulations, I haven't even tasted what the elixir tastes like, and now I can't complete my daydreams, it's really sad!" The king turned over and muttered: "Senior brother, I'm still a little sleepy, you drink water slowly, I'll sleep for a while." ”

"Alas, I helped the Xuande Sect disciples today, and I accidentally got a few Gathering Spirit Pills, and I don't know what it tastes like!" Lan Feng took out a porcelain vase with broken flowers from the storage bag, took out a dark green pill, and put it on the table to observe it carefully.

The king's body shook, he sat up from the bed in an instant, turned his head and stared straight at the pill on the table, and said in surprise: "What kind of spirit gathering pill did you just say?"

"Aren't some people going to sleep?" Lan Feng picked up the pill and licked his mouth.

The king crawled from the bed to Lan Feng's side, sat on the stool, and smirked: "Hehe, I can't sleep, I've woken up a long time ago!"

"Wake up, then drink a glass of water first. Lan Feng poured another glass of water and pushed the king over.

Lan Feng's words were like magic, and the king seemed to be enchanted, picked up the cup handed over by Lan Feng, and drank it all.

"Is this elixir really a Gathering Spirit Pill?" The king's eyes were about to pop out, and he kept following the elixir in Lan Feng's hand.

"Senior brother promised you that he would get you the Gathering Spirit Pill, so naturally he won't break his promise!" Lan Feng poured out three pills from the porcelain vase and handed them to the king.

The king took the pill, put it under his nose and smelled it for a long time, frowned and said: "The smell is strong, and I have never smelled it, it is not like an ordinary pill, I heard that the Gathering Spirit Pill is the magic medicine of Xuandemen, how can they give you so much at one time?"

"You don't have to worry about this, anyway, this is the Gathering Spirit Pill, if you don't believe it, give it back to me!" Lan Feng saw the king's suspicious attitude, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.

The king was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly put the pill into the storage bag, and said guiltily: "Senior brother, I didn't disbelieve you, I just asked a few more words, you are so powerful, you can get this kind of thing, I said you came at that time...... Still, I'm afraid they've tricked you!"

"Haha, don't worry, your senior brother is not so stupid, he has done experiments!" Lan Feng laughed and took a sip of tea.

The king nodded, stood up, touched his chin, and walked around the room.

"What are you thinking?" Lan Feng glanced at the king in surprise and wondered.

"It's nothing, it's just that suddenly a dream came true, and I was a little excited. The king groaned a little and said leisurely.

"Seeing you like that, I thought you had some plans, hehe!" Lan Feng sighed, put down the teacup, walked to his bedside, and sat down.

The king glanced at Lan Feng, returned to his bed, scratched his head, and asked, "Senior Brother Lan, aren't you tired?"

"Why do you say that?" Lan Feng looked dazed.

"Your bed is bare, with nothing but that futon on the wooden bedboard. I think it's so strange, cultivating immortals is one thing, resting is another, why don't you sleep as soon as you step into the immortal gate?" the king yawned, his voice heavy sleepy.

"I'm still a little tired when you say that, since we're all living together, let's follow the local customs, I'll also go to a thick quilt and sleep comfortably, how about it?" Lan Feng patted his ass and stood up.

"That's great, hurry up, I'll sleep for a while and get up to practice, with the Gathering Spirit Pill, I will have motivation." Ordinary monks like us, even if they can't grab any powerful magic weapons in the Treasure Hunting Conference, they can't be at the bottom. The king's sleepy-eyed appearance was really not worthy of what he said.

"Okay, I hope what you said for a short time really won't be long!" Lan Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly as he walked out the door.

At Qin Shou's place in the side courtyard of Shangshui Division, he took back his previous daily necessities, Qin Shou was a little surprised at first when he saw him come to get the quilt, but he didn't pay much attention to it, which was very inconsistent with his usual personality. Maybe it was because of the thorny ball, Lan Feng knew it in his heart, and he didn't break it, holding a lot of things, and left without saying a word.

Most of these things have become damp and moldy because they have been thrown in the corner, giving off an unpleasant smell. The dusty quilt wrapped in miscellaneous bottles and cans, directly blocking his vision and making him frown involuntarily.

Before you know it, it's dusk, and the fiery clouds on the horizon exude an alluring red. Lan Feng stopped, threw the quilt on the ground casually, sat down, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"Alas, the beautiful scenery of the good day is not a good day! I don't know how Su Su is doing now, in the Wu family, have you been wronged?" Lan Feng looked in the direction of Chu Huangcheng with a melancholy expression.

The sky soon darkened, and Lan Feng hurried back to the room with his things in his arms.

Walking to the door, facing the courtyard without any light, Lan Feng smiled helplessly and pushed the door open.

"Sure enough, I'm still asleep, my junior brother, was he a pig in my last life?" he lit the candle, and the room was suddenly much brighter, and the king, at this time, was snoring in all directions.