Feeding humans, she's serious

"How many spirit stones to sell?" Gu Fanyin raised his eyebrows, meaning unclear, "That depends on how big his heart is."

"As much as you want——?!" Wu He's eyes widened, and he almost broke his voice in excitement.

"Heh," Ning Zhi said coldly while hugging his chest, "Gu Fanyin, someone has taken you for granted."

"You may not understand what I mean—" Gu Fanyin looked at Wu He who was inexplicably shrinking back in front of him, with a rare look of distress, "Perhaps, I can barely be considered a good person?"

But you are not human at all, are you?
Ning Zhi knew the water in these words, and glanced at her, but didn't intend to expose it on the spot.

But it doesn't make any difference whether it's broken or not.

That, is that—murderous intent, right?

Wu He curled his fingers, and subconsciously grabbed Gu Jingyun's sleeve beside him.

With this kind of action, anyone can see that he is tricky. Gu Fanyin smiled secretly, remembering this person's unstoppable temperament, and deliberately lengthened the tone: "Anyway, we are bound to win."

"As for the reward, of course he can choose it himself."

It's just that in the end, it will be returned to the present world, or it will be burned to the underworld - that is an unknown.

Gu Fanyin doesn't care about the gains and losses of some property, but if someone uses what she wants to coerce her to seek something she shouldn't get... For such a person, it's only natural that they get what they get in the end, right?
She, Gu Fanyin, is not a good devil.

Wu He: "...Floating Zhucao, I have it."

The young man whose face was pale from fright weakly took out a herb from the Qiankun bag, which perfectly matched the appearance of the floating grass in the news.

So much so that - the moment it appeared, it attracted all the attention of the two people in front of them.

Gu Fanyin didn't raise his hand to take it, but glanced at the too weak herb, his face was extremely calm: "A herb in two halves?"

"Aren't you a pharmacist, what happened to make the good herb break in half—"

"It was an accident." When Wu He said this, his expression was a little downcast, "I met this floating grass as soon as I entered the secret realm, but—"

"When I was about to start digging, I ran into disciples from the Hehuan Sect who also rushed over. It was really unfortunate that two of them had a dispute."

Ning Zhi: "So, just split this grass in half?"

"That's not the case." Wu He shook his head, thinking of the scene at that time, his eyes were still a little dazed, "The movement of their fight woke up the sleeping little beast..."

Gu Fanyin: "The good herbs are gone like this?"

Such a scene was simply too ridiculous, Gu Fanyin frowned, and soon thought of the murderous intent that the two of them met.

What might be the connection?
Gu Fanyin shook her head, and just about to wake up and continue thinking, she was interrupted again by Wu He who sighed in front of her.

"Do not……"

He hesitated, and his tone was a little hard to explain: "The little beast sneezed, and the branches and leaves above the head of the floating grass were shaken off, and it happened to be on the herb."

"Once the root of the floating weed is cut off, it will be difficult to survive, and it will only slowly corrode the intact part... In order to keep half of the activity, I can only cut and remove the other half."

Such a coincidence, even the few people sitting silently beside were amazed.

But if you look into it carefully, this is indeed a regrettable accident.

Even the culprit is hard to find.

After Ning Zhi listened, his originally plain expression was a little gloomy. He looked at Gu Fanyin who also affirmed a certain guess, and sneered: "That dog is really afraid that I will grow up..."

Gu Fanyin, who already knew that he had made a mistake, shook his head, remembering the encouragement education that was once prevalent among demons, racking his brains to try to appease the hopeless Ning Zhi:
"Isn't that how the protagonists in the storybook act like this?"

"It's smooth sailing, but it's hard to be the protagonist."

Gu Fanyin didn't have superfluous thoughts, she just wanted to appease Ning Zhi, who was covered in black air.

As for the main character...

If not now, wouldn't it be good to let him in the future?

Anyway, the only ones who can decide are the ones who finally hold the power.

And what she hates the most is when something steps on her head.

Not knowing what the people around him were thinking, when Ning Zhi heard this, there was only a gloomy ridicule in his heart.

That bastard Tiandao couldn't bear to let his son of heaven suffer a little.

For Ning Jue, now the way of heaven is completely at a dead end.

"You can still act like a demon even in a coma..." Gu Fanyin's voice was very low, except for herself, only the sound of the wind blowing beside her could give a glimpse of her emotions.

Wu He, who was holding half of the Floating Flood Grass, showed a look of embarrassment. Seeing their dignified expressions, he couldn't help asking: "Is this very important?"

"I mean, this one for you—"

"unimportant."

"unimportant."

Gu Fanyin and Ning Zhi responded simultaneously.

The two voices were intertwined, as flat as two pools of still water slowly converging.

Ning Zhi is not obsessed with the old path he walked in his previous life, he is a demon king who crawled out of the mud... he never needs preconditions for anything he does.

And the other Gu Fanyin who spoke——

It is entirely out of confidence in one's own strength.

Gu Fanyin's plans are huge: When she usurps the throne, how many plants of Fuzhucao can't she have?
Wu He retorted weakly: "...so it's actually very important."

"If there is only half a tree left, it is not impossible to continue refining medicine."

"The most important function of the floating grass is to wash away the impurities in the spiritual root... If it is only used as a guide, it may not be impossible."

Gu Fanyin understood this time, what Wu He said was to turn the original medicinal herb into a medicinal herb.

Immortal cultivators always go against fate.

Ning Zhi twitched the corners of his lips, and looked at him with a very faint half-smile: "It's easy to say, but this method of refining medicine...has no one tried it before?"

He paced slowly, his dark eyes fell on Wu He, as if he was looking at a valuable item, cold and without warmth.

"Wu He, who can make this kind of medicine?"

"I," Wu He held back his fear and raised his head, talking about what he is good at, his eyes have never been so hot and firm.

"I will definitely be able to refine the medicine—"

It was obvious that he wanted to tremble under the pressure of Ning Zhi's momentum, but the plant that was being held in his hand still hadn't experienced the slightest bump.

So this is ah,

Is it someone who is determined to move forward in order to refine medicine...

Ning Zhi looked at him with dim eyes, expressionless on his face.

I don't know how long it took, one second, two seconds, or longer, he finally spoke again, bent down and looked at Wu He, with a distinct smile on his lips: "Then I will leave it to you."

Wu He was startled for a moment, and when he heard this, he subconsciously asked: "But I'm just a pharmacist who doesn't even have a grade..."

"So what?" Gu Fanyin, who was standing beside him, said casually, "Leave the matter to someone who can do it well."

"This is a choice that a normal person should make."

What's more, Wu He is clearly a very talented alchemist.