The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

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The content is very cumbersome and messy, like a person's memory, but fools can see that the value of this note is so high.

Chen Qingfeng looked up at Mu Yan with a dull look. "Miss Jun, you... why did you give me this?"

This time, even Xiaobao could not help it.

Finally, I vomited the words again and again, "Stupid! Egg!"

Chen Qingfeng was excited, like Xiaobao’s "stupid" suddenly opened up the second line of Ren Du.

The eyes slammed loudly and shouted: "Miss Jun, you...you have to teach me medicine?"

Mu Yan shook her head. "It’s not too stupid enough."

"Cocoa...but, this should be your secret, how can you teach me this outsider?"

This mysterious drug spectrum is indeed a note of the time when Mu Yan studied refining medicine in the mountains.

If you get it outside and sell it to a refining pharmacist, you can definitely sell it at a high price.

But for today's Mu Yan, this is really no secret.

Because, her true refining secret is not a prescription, but a celestial piano, a psychology skill.

However, it is unclear to explain this with Chen Qingfeng.

Mu Yan cross-browed, Shen Sheng: "Men's husband, don't mother-in-law. Learn or not learn, just a word."

"Learning to learn!" Chen Qingfeng got the treasure in his arms and held it in his arms. He slammed several heads toward Muyan. "Miss Jun, you can rest assured that even if I don't eat or sleep every day, I will not Live up your expectations."

......

Let's not say, how Chen Qingfeng was sleeping in the next few days, and he was planted in refining.

I don't want to say that Junji medicine shop is under the **** of the operation of the smoke and the **** of the old pottery.

In the next few days, Mu Yan’s attention was placed on the dozens of ghost city slaves.

The ghost city of the massacre, named the mass grave, the slaves inside are of course countless.

And these dozens of slaves, as soon as they look at the eyes of the eyes and the suffocating scent of the body, know that no one is a good class.

However, Mu Yan said: she is very satisfied.

"I can give you a chance." Mu Yan glanced at these people and went straight to the mountain. "As long as you win, I will let you be free, and ensure that the ghost city and I will not bother you any more. But if you lose I have to obey and sell my life for you. Do you have any objections?"

More than a dozen slaves face each other and their eyes are different.

But no one is ecstatic.

One of the men with a slap in the face, who is more terrible than Yan Haotian, took a step forward and asked in a rough voice: "Who are we going to win? Are you, or he?"

The knife man pointed a finger and pointed to Yan Haotian.

In the Junji pharmacy, with the help of old pottery, Mu Yan transferred Yan Haotian to Xiao Bao.

Let him fully obey the command of Xiao Bao and take care of Xiao Bao.

When the knife man asked, a dozen slaves were on the verge of an enemy, nervously glaring at Yan Haotian.

In the ghost city, few slaves don’t know this “madman’s number three” in the Colosseum.

Even if some of them are higher than Yan Haotian's, they never even benefited from him.

Mu Yan saw the expression of these slaves, and her lips were slightly raised, revealing a smile and a smile that could not be said.

"neither."