The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 348 No Enemies, Only Little Fairies
On the mountainside of the Alchemy Peak, a team of five people wearing black cloaks was rushing up.

One of the monks stopped: "I found the medicine garden!"

Others looked at him one after another: "Where is it?"

He pointed forward: "Go up from here, and you will be there in 700 meters."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned pale: "My little Hong was killed!"

……

Xiao Ruanruan used the fastest speed to stuff a large piece of spiritual grass from the medicine garden into the space, leaving only a few solitary fish that slipped through the net.

It's finally done.

so tired.

The spiritual power is exhausted, and the meridians are aching.

She let out a breath, chewed a ginseng whisker, and took another mouthful of spiritual spring water.

Just as he was about to adjust his breath, he heard the faint sound of wind coming from the sleeves of his clothes.

She immediately restrained her breath, took out the brocade, and with a twist of her wrist, the brocade turned into a flower pick.

She took a flower hoe and pretended to dig out the remaining fish that slipped through the net.

Soon, a group of five monks wearing black cloaks from head to face rushed into the medicine garden aggressively.

They were ready to kill, but when they saw Xiao Ruanruan, they were all stunned.

There are no enemies in the medicine garden, only a little fairy?

Don't blame them, it's because Xiao Ruanruan's appearance is too deceptive.

She was wearing a moonlight cassock, but it wasn't completely moonlight. The waistband of her dress was bright primrose gold. At a glance, there were golden stars shining in the soft white light, as if she had her own flashlight, which was eye-catching.

She has a beautiful face and elegant figure, and she holds a small jade pick in her hand. No matter the size or the fineness of the jade pick, it is beyond their knowledge.

Could it be that a certain high-grade spiritual herb in the medicine garden has become refined?

It's really possible for them to look at each other!
One of the male cultivators nodded to his companions, pulled off the hood on the cloak, revealing a face not inferior to that of a star, walked slowly in front of Xiao Ruanruan, and said softly, "Hello."

Xiao Ruanyuan raised her head and looked at him suspiciously.

Her long hair is like ink-colored satin, her exquisite facial features are full of aura, her eyes are clear and clean, as if she is ignorant of the world, her beauty is ethereal and innocent.

When she raised her head, her hair shook slightly, making people want to brush it up for her.

——Thanks to the drama master Si Jijing, Xiao Ruanruan's ability to pretend to be a fat sheep has already been perfected.

Seeing that he was silent, Xiao Ruanruan tilted his head slightly, opened his mouth, but did not speak.

So cute!

How can you be so cute! !
I really want to take it home! ! !
When she spoke, there was a slight scent of ginseng overflowing, and the male cultivator believed that she was a spirit made from grass—to be exact, he had almost confirmed that she was a thousand-year-old ginseng made into a spirit.

He gestured to his teammates, approached two more points, and said in a coaxing tone: "Are you planting spiritual grass?"

Xiao Ruanruan looked at the spiritual grass that had just been dug up in his hand, nodded, and then raised his finger in one direction.

Fingers are slender, white and tender without calluses.

Unlike hands with weapons.

The last doubt in Nanxiu's heart was dispelled, and he asked, "You mean, where do you want to move the spiritual grass?"

Xiao Ruannuan nodded, and gestured again, indicating that there are many spiritual herbs over there.

The male cultivator asked, "Can you take me there?"

Xiao Ruanruan showed a trace of hesitation.

She could feel the companions of the male cultivators forming an outflank behind her.

If she won't, they're sure to do it.

I don't know how Si Jijing did in finding the formation?

Xiao Ruanruan bit her lip, but hesitated to speak.

The male cultivator continued to coax: "We're just going to have a look, we won't steal your spiritual herb, trust me, okay?"

(End of this chapter)