The corner of Muyan's mouth twitched, "What Dragon Fire Pill? I've never heard of it."
Qihuang's complexion was translucent, so pale that it was almost transparent.
When he tried to get up from the ground, he felt a little weak in his hands and feet.
But when he looked up at Muyan, his expression was very unflattering, "I'll just say you're ignorant... Forget it, I don't know as much as you, this is the formula of [Dragon Fire Pill], hurry up and give it to me Refined out."
As he said that, he flipped his hand, and there was an extra piece of paper at his slender fingertips.
Muyan took the paper, before she read it, she really wanted to slap him on the forehead.
This brat, just came back from wandering around the ghost gate, and his skin itched again
But before she could slap her, Qi Huang's body swayed, as if she couldn't support it, and fell limply on the ground again.
"Qihuang!" Muyan was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support him, "I will continue to play the piano for you."
"No... no need..." Qi Huang panted, "I told you to refine [Dragon Fire Pill] for... this deity. It's your honor...to be able to refine medicine for this deity."
Muyan rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes, I am really flattered to be able to concoct alchemy for you, honorable Lord Qihuang. Now can you tell me what happened to you? Why are you suddenly in such pain? And so weak?"
Qihuang frowned slightly, his eyes were full of confusion, deepness, and a trace of imperceptible fear.
When he raised his head to meet Muyan's worried gaze.
The fear dissipated and turned into strands of warmth.
This kind of warmth made his heart sour and sweet, as if he was being soaked in sour and sweet juice by a brocade robe.
It was a feeling he had never had in thousands of years.
It was as if, suddenly, I no longer felt lonely, cold, crazy, or hopeless.
"Qihuang?"
After hearing Muyan's question again, he shook his head, "I also... don't know... maybe..."
Qihuang paused, lowered his eyes slightly, and murmured in a low, almost silent voice, "Perhaps... time is running out..."
"Why is time running out?"
Qihuang suddenly raised his head, and gave Muyan a hard look, "It's not that you are useless, and you can't repair the Tian Moqin until now. Forget it, forget it, I am generous, and I don't care about you. You go and give it to me." Refining [Dragon Fire Pill]."
With a push of Muyan's hand, she directly threw the person on the ground.
Without hesitation, he turned and left the space.
Extraordinary, this brat!
Whoever cares about him is an idiot!
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On the second day, Muyan bid farewell to Xiaoyaomen and others, and entered the Danyang Mountain Range.
Qihuang's depressed voice came from time to time.
"What kind of ghost academy, ghost market, you can't even buy such a vulgar and common elixir."
"Jun Muyan, you can't even gather this elixir, why are you so poor!"
Hearing these words, Muyan almost gasped.
The inner alchemy of the fire cloud unicorn, the fire essence vine, and the fire spirit flower... These elixir, which are worth tens of thousands of crystals and have no price, are actually just vulgar and ordinary things in the eyes of Lord Qihuang.
Moreover, the elixir involved in the [Fire Dragon Pill] recipe, even if it is available in the market and in the academy, is ridiculously expensive.
Muyan spent almost all of her current net worth to barely get together.
This guy actually dared to despise her for being poor.
Qi Xiaohuang, why don't you go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
Arriving at the hinterland of the Danyang Mountains, Muyan took out the Tian Mo Qin.