The daily life of the villain

Chapter 627 Shen Qianqiu's Sorrow
Lu Hehuan was lying in front of the crack of the door, seeing the ghosts and beasts fighting outside, her face changed drastically, and she quickly climbed up the door.

Very good!It's now, it's now!
If you don't leave at this time, how long!

The cultivation of this monster doesn't seem to be much worse than Qian Cheng's. If Qian Cheng deals with it, he must have no time to take care of himself. Doesn't this buy her time to leave? !

At this time, Lu Hehuan couldn't care about the pain on her body and the blood that kept flowing out with her movements. The scene of being tortured by Qian Cheng now appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness again and again. The pain and despair had controlled her. Want to escape, escape now, at any cost!
She must leave!

Not knowing where the strength came from, Lu Hehuan finally stood up next to the door. She opened the door, looked at the battle situation in front of her, and then ran towards one side.

And the monster beast that was wrestling with Qian Cheng had been staring at Lu Hehuan's direction all the time. Seeing that she was about to escape, it rushed forward again, wanting to swallow Lu Hehuan into its stomach immediately, but that Once again, Qian Cheng made a mistake, thinking that the monster wanted a quick fight, so he used all his strength to stop the monster in mid-air.

Lu Hehuan originally watched the monster rushing towards him, and was really worried for a while. Seeing that Qian Cheng stopped it, he immediately relaxed, and then accelerated his speed towards one side run away.

And Qian Cheng on this side was still fighting with the monster, completely unaware that Lu Hehuan had already quietly escaped!
The sky was slowly changing, and the monster wanted to chase Lu Hehuan several times in a hurry, but was stopped by Qian Cheng without thinking.

Lu Hehuan ran forward desperately, the blood on her body flowed more and more with her movements, I don't know how long she had been running, she was obviously out of breath, but her face was bloodless, a pale.

Finally, in front of a slope, her foot sprained, and she rolled down the slope.

"Yanzhou." Bi'an looked at the two big characters on the high door in front of him and read.

Qiao Youxue passed by her and said calmly, "Yanzhou."

The other side came back to his senses, saw that Qiao Youxue and his group had come to the front, trotted to follow, and then chirped beside Qiao Youxue, "Does that word read 'Yan'? Then what did I say just now?" A word?"

"Let Sanbai teach you how to read these days, if you dare to be lazy, I won't let you go, by the way," Qiao Youxue's eyes moved slightly, then she looked at the bare feet of the other side, and then at the girl just now. On the snowy ground that he walked on, among the rows of footprints, only one row of footprints was the most conspicuous. He put his eyes on the face of the other side's knowledge-seeking face again, and said seriously: "I have to buy you a pair of shoes."

"Are you wearing shoes?" Bi An was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at her white feet, and murmured again: "I feel very comfortable like this."

The group first found an inn and settled down temporarily, then Qiao Youxue led Bi An out to buy shoes, Sanbai followed Shen Qianqiu in the house, and followed him to serve his precious herbs.

Inside the house, Shen Qianqiu carefully opened the package that she had been protecting all the way, and saw that there were a few wooden boxes in the package that were not ordinary at first glance.

Sanbai looked at it carefully with her chin propped on the side, and when Shen Qianqiu carefully placed the wooden boxes on the table one by one, she couldn't help asking: "This wooden box is a good thing, Han Lingmu. A wooden lid is worth a lot if you take it out, and you don’t know what treasure is inside it?”

When Shen Qianqiu saw her, he immediately recognized the wooden box made of Hanling wood. He was really taken aback. He didn't expect that the little beast pet beside Qiao Youxue would be so powerful, and the image of Qiao Youxue in his mind was even more stalwart. .

In fact, he didn't know that Sanbai was Miyunshu, who could recognize the strengths of all the treasures in the world, and she had seen this Han Lingmu many times.

Seeing Sanbai blinking his eyes and asking, Shen Qianqiu explained in a very good mood: "There are some spiritual herbs used for alchemy, and they are all rare things that I have collected from various places for many years. Son, these are reserved for when I become a ninth-rank alchemist in the future."

"Ninth-rank alchemist, that's even rarer." Sanbai said again: "Then how many ranks of alchemist are you now?"

Every time someone asks about his grade as an alchemist, Shen Qianqiu will feel a great sense of pride in his heart. After all, it is difficult to find the most talented person in alchemy like him in today's cultivation world. You have already become a fifth-rank alchemist at a young age, but you must know that there are many people who cannot be promoted to a third-rank alchemist until they die!

"I haven't worked hard enough, so I'm only a fifth grade now." Shen Qianqiu scratched his head with a smile and said to Sanbai. Praise him, Shen Qianqiu is very useful for this.

But he didn't expect Sanbai to blink his eyes and think for a while before slowly nodding his head and saying: "Fifth grade, it will be a long time before reaching ninth grade."

Seeing Sanbai's neither salty nor bland appearance, Qiao Youxue's neither salty nor bland face involuntarily appeared in Shen Qianqiu's mind. The two masters and servants really look alike, but they are stingy with their own praise up!
Sanbai watched Shen Qianqiu fiddling with it, then poked the wooden box made of Han Lingmu, and then said: "I know that ordinary jade boxes are the best way to preserve the spiritual grass in this world, Han Lingmu Precious is precious, but the characteristic of this wood is to absorb spirits, not lock spirits, if you use this box to store herbs with spiritual energy, will it be broken?"

"Han Lingmu absorbs spirits?" Shen Qianqiu was stunned when he heard what Sanbai said.

Sanbai nodded sincerely, and continued: "Maybe this thing is relatively rare, so not many people have used it, but my master has seen it, and she saw a lot of it when she went out to practice. As for the things, Sister Bi’an has also seen them, they are all scrolls made of Hanling wood, oh, extravagant, extravagant..."

Sanbai was sighing here, Shen Qianqiu's face turned pale a long time ago, and hurriedly opened the wooden boxes made of Han spirit wood one by one, anxiously inspecting the spirit grass inside, the more he checked, the paler his face The uglier it is.

So, in the early morning of a certain day, a heart-piercing sound came from a certain inn in Yanzhou.

"My precious spirit grass—"

(End of this chapter)