The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 177 Spiritual Power Inheritance
Black market, barter?
Is the master going to test her study results in the past few days so soon?

After the meal, Jun Moli went back to the room and prepared a few bottles of potion with the equipment.

She hadn't been learning potions for a long time, so she could only roughly tell the quality of potions from the color.

After trying several times, she finally developed a bottle of potion that satisfied her.

The next day, Jun Moli woke up early.

She asked the shop waiter to prepare two white flour steamed buns, and then walked out of the inn.

Zhuo Hao, who came out of the room, saw that she was going to leave, so he hurriedly followed her, before shouting: "Miss Jun, wait for me..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Jun Moli twitched the corner of his mouth, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Miss Jun, don't walk so fast, I... I can't keep up."

On the street, Jun Moli and Zhuo Hao kept walking in front and chasing after each other.

They walked all the way with such a weird appearance, and they didn't return to normal until they came to the entrance of the black market.

Turning his head to look at Zhuo Hao who was standing beside him panting, Jun Moli narrowed his eyes.

Just now she used the shadow guard's speed skill, and it is reasonable to say that ordinary people would have been left far away by her, but Zhuo Hao followed all the way.

It seems that she guessed right before, he has spiritual power in his body that is not inferior to hers, but there is one thing that is very strange, why is he not aware of it?

Could it be that someone passed on spiritual power to him when he was very young?
Thinking of this possibility, Jun Moli seemed suddenly enlightened.

In this world, spiritual power can be passed on.So her conjecture just now is also very possible.

If it was really what she thought, then Zhuo Hao didn't know about it, so it made sense.

However, who would pass on his spiritual power to him?

Is it his relatives?

Shaking off the doubts in his mind, Jun Moli took out the mask from the ring.

Holding the mask in his hand, he saw that it was the other half of the golden mask that symbolized the hope of life.

She searched for the ring for a long time, but because there were too many things in it, she couldn't find the other half of the datura flower mask.

Reluctantly withdrew his hand, thinking to himself that half of the silver mask symbolizing Hell Yama was too eye-catching, and it would be nice to replace it with a golden half.

Lowering his eyes, he took a look at the golden mask in his hand. The green grass on the mask broke through the ground and sprouted a bud, which made people feel refreshed physically and mentally.

He took out the rejuvenating potion that he made last night from his arms, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Jun Moli raised his hand and pinched his facial features casually, and the delicate little face immediately became much more ordinary, completely unrecognizable from the past.

Zhuo Hao on the side was stunned, and looked at her in surprise: "Miss Jun, is this the medicine you developed?"

"Ah."

After getting the answer, Zhuo Hao swallowed his cigarette suddenly.

The girl in front of her is clearly only fifteen or sixteen years old, but not only is she powerful in martial arts, she can even refine the newly learned medicine so well, what else can she not know?

She is so against the sky, does her mother know?

Jun Moli ignored his astonishment, raised his hand and put the half golden mask symbolizing the hope of life on his face: "Let's go."

He spit out two words lightly from his mouth, and walked into the basement floor of the black market.

Zhuo Hao was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he hurriedly followed behind her.

(End of this chapter)