MTL - Business Manager-Chapter 10 Alchemy

The five words "the secret of heaven cannot be violated" flashed through the mind of Lao Dao, as if it had never appeared before.

Feng Chen lifted his hand and flashed a ray of light, a trace of real yuan crossed into the body of the old way, and finally there was a trace of blood on his face. However, the injuries in the body still exist, after all, it is the power of counterattack.

"Thanks, thank you for your life-saving help, please worship the old way," the old way began to worship. But the old man couldn't kneel anymore.

"Anyway, there is also part of my reason for your backwash from injury. There are so many people in the mall. You want others to chase me and scold me." Feng Chen smiled and shook his head. "What did you detect just now?"

"It's impossible to violate the natural opportunity, just the five words," the old man looked at Feng Chen solemnly.

Fengtian muttered quietly in Fengchen's mouth, pondered for a long time, and didn't figure out what the reason was.

"Your injury, I took some time to restore you as before, but today is not free, and you saw me like this now ..." Feng Chen looked at Fan Ruoxi and shrugged at the old road.

"Senior, you don't have to go through a lot of trouble, I'll go back to the door, and just pull a few weeds, and it's okay." When the old one heard it, he waved quickly.

"Ling Cao, you have Ling Cao, how much do you have?" Feng Chen made a stride forward, because the news of Ling Cao is too important for Feng Chen now. Think of a way back to the fairyland earlier.

Lao Daoxing is already bleeding, how many spirit grasses are there, and the aura is so scarce, where can the spirit grass grow? To put it plainly, it is to install B in front of Feng Chen and install a big tail wolf.

"In this way, I will give you an address. Then you will send the spirit grass to this place. After it is done, I will give you a chance and a good fortune, depending on whether you can grasp it yourself." Feng Chen has now come Fan Ruoxi approached, the trace of dust just now was intentional, and the purpose of spiritual knowledge transmission was to deter old people.

Lao Dao looked at Feng Chen, who had gone away, and he was happy to bloom. Feng Chen's repair once again deterred Lao Dao. It was nothing to be injured, and it was nothing to break the heritage. Anyway, Lao Dao It's very open.

It seems that the next time I come to see the seniors, I will prepare more gifts. Otherwise, the seniors' women will be unhappy, then fuck.

The old way subconsciously thought that Feng Chen, the predecessor, was very high, and incidentally, Fan Ruoxi, a girl, thought that she was an extravagant person.

"How was the fortune telling just now? I said he was a liar, but you still don't listen." Fan Ruoxi muttered his dissatisfaction. After all, she waited for ten minutes.

"Yes, you're right, he's an old fool, he's a liar, he's not in a good mood." Feng Chen quickly nodded and joked that Fan Ruoxi was the real boss.

The time passed quickly, and the weekend passed in the blink of an eye. These two days Feng Chen accompanied Fan Ruoxi, walked here and there. It was okay for the two to cook and stir at home. Comes like a cozy couple.

"I'm going to work, you just stay home and don't run around, you don't know the way, don't blame me if you lose it."

On Monday morning, Fan Ruoxi wore a light black suit with a slightly curly hair at the ends and a refined lapel design. It was elegant, fresh and simple, showing a gentle and feminine style without losing the ability.

"Have you seen enough, do you understand what I'm saying?" Fan Ruoxi smiled lightly as he looked at Feng Chen.

"I know. I'll cook at home and wait for you. Do you need me to deliver meals at noon?"

"Speaking then, I'm going to be late, I'll go first."

"Boss, why don't you take the sister-in-law?" As soon as Fan Ruoxi went out, the restless knife began to look for existence.

"Bitch, who?" Feng Chen walked to the sofa, eating grapes in his mouth, not to mention how comfortable he was.

"Sister Ruo Xi, anyway, in the opinion of this knife, sooner or later, Sister Ruo Xi is the best candidate for Xunzi"? The knife slid his lips.

"Knife, you are dead B, don't talk nonsense." Feng Chen was surprised, but the knife did not make sense, did I really like this Feng Feng, who is unmoving for ten years It's time to take this level off.

It's no wonder that Feng Chen thought so. In the process of Feng Chen's growth from an unknown monk to Xianzun, it is not that she has never met a woman, what kind of woman has not been seen, and what type of woman has not been seen. I don't know how many times women have been seen, even Feng Chen put a word out, what kind of women haven't.

Let ’s take a step and look at it. I do n’t have any music now. I will talk about it later.

"Beep" knocked suddenly.

"Is Fan Ruoxi coming back?" Feng Chen thought, opening the door to take a look.

"I'm going" Feng Chen burst out an exit. Although the person outside the door was wearing a woven bag on his shoulders and covered with mud, he still vaguely recognized that this was the old way of shopping in the mall that day.

"Senior, hello, it's me, old man, let me go in and drink a glass of water, it will exhaust me."

The old man gasped and said that in the past two days, the old way was exhausted, and he ran back to Xichuan non-stop, and the spirit grass that could be picked up in the ground was picked up again. The patron saint patronized it.

Had the old man been agile, fast enough, his skin thick enough, and shameless, it would be impossible for Feng Chen to see the old man.

"I said the old man, were you beaten or **** by someone, why is this picture of B hanging?" Feng Feng quickly opened the door for the old man to come in.

The old way was really tired, so the spirit grass in the woven bag was thrown to the ground like this, grabbed the water on the table and "gu gurgle" and drank it, "噗 呲", heard Feng Chen said, drink imported The water sprayed out.

The old way is too late to say, open the woven bag, and a pile of spirits and grass is reflected in the dust. No, it can't be said to be a pile, that is, a few sparse loose grasses, and the rest are dirt. It is estimated that the old road is also Afraid of the loss of spiritual flow.

"Old Road, just a few of them" Feng Chen was surprised. Originally, I looked at such a large pocket and opened a few spiritual grasses, and these spiritual grasses are still pseudo-spiral grasses. The pseudo-spiral grass is the spiritual energy contained in them that has not reached the spiritual grass. The level is called a pseudo-spirit grass. If it was placed before, Feng Chen wouldn't even look at it.

"Senior, I have patronized these three sects. You are too few." Lao Dao looked at Feng Chen in surprise, thinking "Bandits".

It seems that there are not a lot of spirit grasses in China. If you look at a few spirit grasses on the ground that haven't dissipated, I can't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Lao Dao, where are you spirit grass? It's better than weeds. This is the Ling Xu grass. The five-leaf bark is useful. The others are a shit."

"Lingxu grass can make Pei Yuandan, five-leaf bark can make Qingxu Dan, and the rest is a waste." Feng Chen grabbed two useful spirit grasses on the ground and said to himself, as if they were educated as a teacher. Disciples under the door.