Xia Ya: No, it definitely won't sell. If you sell this kind of thing, it will be targeted by the patrol team, and the skin care products are already full. Even the poor have small shops that they are used to buying.
So if she doesn't have a special channel.
Just by going to the street to sell things.
Not only can't sell.
Maybe even get caught and put in jail.
For a girl, the cell is the existence of hell.
After the little witch finished talking to herself, she said full of vigor: "Then I'll make the potion, you can bask in the sun first, and I'll tell you a story when I'm done."
For fear of being in a vegetative state.
She tried her best to be patient and considerate to ensure that he would serve him obediently.
Compared with the other planes that are going to die or live.
Apart from being a nanny, this plane is simply heaven.
Xia Ya sat in the chair, very quiet.
Previously, he could always see the little witch in his sight.
But after she changed her position, she could only see the sunlight outside the window.
He didn't feel anything at first.
After all, you can still hear the footsteps of the little witch running everywhere.
There is also the sound of material destruction.
Occasionally you can see a corner of her worn robe,
So it's still fun.
But the sound slowly disappeared.
First the footsteps disappeared.
The little witch should be sitting at the table, trying to use a very lame technique to make beauty water that can't be sold.
So stop walking.
But the sound of making the potion slowly stopped.
There is no sound either.
The empty room lacked the voice of one person.
It was so quiet.
Xia Ya sat indifferently, as if he didn't care.
He used to be alone in a barren land, and he didn't feel it for a year.
Badlands, except for the occasional storm.
Basically, there are no creatures and no sound.
That place drives a lot of people crazy.
He felt fine.
He never liked hilarity, and the little witch was better without a voice.
He likes silence the most.
The sun gradually disappeared, and it was getting dark.
No candles were lit in the house.
The black room is even colder.
Shouldn't the little witch come over and push him a chair
After all, there is no sun.
Moreover, no matter how much she saves money, she also knows that when it gets dark, she needs an oil lamp.
Never afraid of the dark, the restless Duke Rose looked coldly at the window.
Nothing will happen.
After all, it is not unheard of for making potions to be poisoned.
Thinking of this, Xiaya's eyelashes suddenly trembled, and then his eyes regained their strength.
The lazy eyelids finally lifted up a little bit.
The hazy gray-purple eyes were now drenched by a stunning light.
Clear and cold, replaced the hazy life.
The slender eyelashes, like butterfly wings, lifted upwards.
The power of the dragon clan is still in conflict with his power.
But he digested it a little, at least his eyes became more powerful.
Xia shifted her eyes with great effort, but found that her head didn't turn and her vision was limited.
Only a corner of the dilapidated table can be seen.
There was no sign of the little witch.
There was a slight change in expression on Xia Ya's overly delicate face.
It wasn't easy for him.
Every time you move, you are extracting your limited magic power.
He pursed his lips with difficulty and moved his fingers.
Like a test, he suppressed the power of the dragon race and used some of his own power.
Excruciating pain penetrated his bones.
Made his muscles tremble a little.
Xia Ya took a slow breath, and there was a slight sweat on her forehead.
His honey-colored hair was clinging to his forehead, and his fair face was flushed with exhaustion.