Chapter 125

"It should be. She knew people from the Temple of Fire, and it should be the first day."

"Okay, very good, haha." Suddenly, Mu Xiangxiang raised her head and laughed, her smile was filled with endless arrogance and hatred, "Tian'er had a fight with her at that time, and she died strangely that night. , I can't get away from her, if it wasn't for the empire to have Su Liang backing her, I would have killed her long ago."

A fierce gleam flashed in her eyes, and a bloodthirsty smile hung on the corner of her mouth: "Mufei, send a letter back to my family immediately, and ask my father to come over. New and old grudges, that young man must die, but there is no one in the family except the father." People are her opponents."

On the seat under the main seat, a middle-aged man stood up, took the order, and exited the door.

Immediately, Mu Xiangxiang walked down the steps with strides, and walked to the side of the man kneeling on the ground, suddenly there was a sword in his hand, and it stabbed fiercely into the man's chest, the man's pupils widened, slowly Slowly fell down.

"A useless person can't protect Shui'er, so what's the use of keeping you?" She put away her sword, turned around, and sneered, "Also, Mu Minglu, you go and prepare a big gift, we're going to pay homage to the God of Fire Temple." Her Majesty the Holy Maiden."

Next to the seat of the middle-aged man who led the order to go out, a woman with a beautiful face and an indifferent expression also stood up, and replied lightly: "Yes, Patriarch."

A cruel smile appeared on Mu Xiangxiang's face. When her father came, she would never leave Zhuhai City alive.

The black market, since that farce, has returned to its previous state.

After Huo Lingsha captured those people, she rushed back to deal with them. Because Mu Qingshui was very talented and a pharmacist, she was favored by Mu Xiangxiang. She believed that in a short time, Mu Xiangxiang would send someone go to.

Therefore, here, only Wen Fengyin, Xue Wu, Yin Zheye, and Huo Lingxuan...

"Well, teacher, teacher, look quickly, that stone is so beautiful."

Following the direction of Yin Zheye's finger, on a stall, a stone exuding colorful luster caught everyone's eyes. The stone was like a rainbow in the sky, beautiful and dreamy, and it was placed in the most eye-catching corner, but no one cared about it.

Wen Fengyin couldn't help being a little puzzled, she felt that the stone was unusual, why no one came to buy it?
"Teacher, do you like it? I'll buy it for you." Yin Zheye saw Wen Fengyin staring at the stone, his eyes lit up, and before Wen Fengyin could speak, he hurried to the booth.

Wen Fengyin shook her head and had no choice but to follow.

"Boss, I bought this stone." Yin Zheye didn't ask the price, and said directly, as long as the teacher likes it, what is some money for?
The stone seller was wearing a cloak and loose clothes. His face was sickly pale. Hearing Yin Zheye's voice, he raised his head. His lips were pale and chapped. He covered his lips with his hand and coughed: "This stone, I will choose the owner myself, and I have no right to sell it immediately."

Will choose the Lord's stone?Yin Zheye's pupils were wide open. He had never seen a stone that could choose a master. This man simply didn't draft his words.

"you……"

Just as Yin Zheye was about to get angry, his hands behind his back suddenly pressed his shoulders.

Looking back, what she saw was Wen Fengyin's calm face. She patted his shoulder and walked forward. There seemed to be a feeling that attracted her, and she involuntarily stretched her hand towards the colorful stone...

"Stop." Seeing this, the stone seller hurriedly shouted, but what happened in the next second left him dumbfounded.

Wen Fengyin easily picked up the seven-colored stone, put it close to her, and played with it carefully, but the seven-colored stone just stayed quietly in her hands without any resistance.

He has been selling stones here for so long, how could he not know that every time he tried to get close to the seven-colored stone, he would be burned, so this seven-colored stone has not been sold for so long.

Could it be that the seven-colored stone recognized the young man as the master?This, how not to surprise him?
"Idiot master, you are really lucky, you actually got the seven-colored god stone." In the space, a joking voice came, but there was a trace of joy that could not be suppressed, as if she was happy for her good luck.

"Seven-colored divine stone, what is it?" Wen Fengyin frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"The Seven-Colored Divine Stone is an elf in the refining stone. It has its own thoughts, and it will choose its master according to its own preferences. After having it, the master will be able to refine living artifacts. So I say, master, you are really lucky." good."

Artifact?Wen Fengyin was moved, and quickly threw the seven-colored stone into the seven-colored glass bracelet, for fear that the seller of the seven-colored stone would go back on his word. Since the seven-colored stone recognized her as the master, no one could get it from her.

The stall owner finally regained his senses, coughed twice, and said weakly: "It chose you, and I can't help it. According to the regulations, you have to pay me coins. How about this? I'll give you a price, one purple heart coin ,how?"

"What, a purple heart coin, are you robbing?" Yin Zheye stared and roared angrily.

A purple heart coin is the annual income of a first-class power, and it is extremely expensive in the mainland, but at this moment, a small stone is actually worth a purple heart coin.Although this stone is very weird, it doesn't take so much.

He glared fiercely at the stall owner, but the stall owner still stood expressionless, not intimidated by his ferocity.

"Okay." Wen Fengyin agreed without paying back the price, only she knew the price of the seven-colored god stone.

A stone that can refine life artifacts, a purple heart coin, is really not expensive. She raised her eyes lightly, and with a thought, she took five bottles of wound medicine and gave them to the stall owner: "I don't have so much money, these five bottles The medicine, here you are."

"Hehe, little brother, are you kidding me? How can this kind of thing be worth a purple heart coin?" The stall owner's face changed, he took the wound medicine in her hand with disdain, opened the lid, and the rich Floating out of anger, his body trembled suddenly, deep shock appeared in his eyes, he took the wound medicine without saying a word, and saw a trace of blush flowing slowly across his pale cheeks.

"Okay... so full of anger, my illness is cured? Haha, little brother, thank you so much."

The stall owner's face gradually returned to rosy, and his pale and cracked lips became plump and smooth. He excitedly grasped Wen Fengyin's hand, with indescribable gratitude in his eyes.

Wen Fengyin smiled faintly, and pulled out her hand without a trace.

"Hmph, who disdained my teacher's wound medicine just now?" Yin Zheye snorted coldly, as an alchemist, he was shocked by Wen Fengyin's wound medicine, but more, he was proud.

Look, she is Yin Zheye's teacher, with such a strong teacher, how can he not be proud?
(End of this chapter)

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