The corner of Muyan's mouth twitched, "What Dragon Fire Pill? I've never heard of it."

Qihuang's skin color is clear, so pale that it's almost transparent.

When I tried to get up from the ground with support, my hands and feet were still a little weak.

But when he looked up at Muyan, his expression was very shaky, "I'll just say you are ignorant and ignorant... Forget it, I'm not as knowledgeable as you. This is the formula for [Dragon Fire Pill]. Go and give it to me as soon as possible."

Refined by me."

As he spoke, he turned his hand and found a piece of paper on his slender fingertips.

Muyan took the paper, and before she even looked at it, she wanted to slap the paper on his forehead.

This naughty kid just came back from a walk in the hell gate, and his skin is itchy again?

But before she could slap him, Qihuang's body swayed, as if he couldn't support it, and fell to the ground softly again.

"Qihuang!" Muyan was startled and quickly stepped forward to support him, "I will continue to play the piano for you."

"No... no need..." Qihuang gasped, "I told you to... refine the [Dragon Fire Pill] for me. It is your honor to... refine the medicine for me."

Muyan rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes, the noble Lord Qihuang can make elixirs for you. I'm really flattered. Now can you tell me what's going on with you? Why are you in such pain all of a sudden?

So weak again?"

Qihuang frowned slightly, his eyes were filled with confusion, depth, and a hint of subtle fear.

When he raised his head to meet Muyan's worried eyes.

That bit of fear dissipated and turned into wisps of warmth.

Such warmth made his heart feel sour and sweet, as if he was covered in sour and sweet juice.

That kind of feeling was something he had never felt in thousands of years.

It's like, suddenly I no longer feel lonely, cold, crazy, and desperate.

"Qihuang?"

Hearing Muyan's question again, he shook his head, "I don't know... maybe..."

Qihuang paused, lowered his eyes slightly, and murmured in a low voice, almost silently, "Maybe... we are running out of time..."

"What time is running out?"

Qihuang raised his head suddenly and glared at Muyan fiercely, "It's not that you are useless, you still can't repair the Tianmo Qin. Forget it, I am generous and won't argue with you. Go and give it to me now.

Refining [Dragon Fire Pill]."

Muyan pushed her hand and threw the person to the ground.

Turn around and leave the space without hesitation.

Special code, this naughty kid!

Anyone who cares about him is an idiot!

…

On the second day, Muyan bid farewell to Xiaoyaomen and others and entered the Danyang Mountains.

Qihuang's depressed voice came from time to time.

"What kind of ghost academy or ghost market is this? You can't even buy such vulgar and ordinary elixirs."

"Jun Muyan, you can't even get this little elixir together, why are you so poor!"

Muyan almost burst out laughing after hearing this.

The inner elixir of the Fire Cloud Unicorn, the Fire Spirit Vine, the Lihuo Spirit Flower...these elixirs that are worth thousands of crystals and have no market price are actually just vulgar and ordinary gadgets in the eyes of Lord Qihuang.

Moreover, the elixir involved in the [Fire Dragon Pill] recipe is ridiculously expensive, even if it is available on the market or in the academy.

Muyan spent almost all her current wealth before she could barely get it together.

This guy actually dared to despise her for being poor.

Qi Xiaohuang, why don’t you go up to the sky and stand side by side with the sun?
Chapter completed!