Magic Punk

Luo Xi was not surprised at all by their arrival.

This may have something to do with him being a saint.

Of course, the simplest possibility is that when Luo Xi turned around and asked the people he brought to stay where they were, Xuanyi was not sure whether he belonged to those people.

Lin Wei took it for granted that he didn't belong, and besides, Lin Wei had personally pushed open the palace door.

As for now, although the palace door has become heavier than before, it is not completely impossible for Lin Wei to push it.

So she walked in, taking Ye Ya with her.

Xuanyi followed the two of them and slipped into the city.

The young man didn't mean to be embarrassed at all.

There is indeed plenty of seating around this round table.

Thirteen chairs, to be exact.

Some of these chairs are around round tables, which seem to symbolize some very respected status, and the decoration of the chairs is much more exquisite than other chairs.

There are also some ordinary chairs located further away, and Yutian and Roxy are undoubtedly sitting on the chairs that are closest to the round table and look the most comfortable.

Xuanyi chose a chair that was not far away and sat down, and Ye Ya sat diagonally from Xuanyi.

As for Lin Wei, she sat carelessly beside the round table and put her hands on the table with a relaxed and happy expression.

The five people sat down in their respective positions, and three saints, or the equivalent of saints, sat on the round table. This was probably a grand scene that could only be seen very rarely in this world.

As for Ye Ya, Ye Ya was looking at the sunset.

Although she didn't know that Xitian was Xitian, when she saw the red-haired boy sitting directly opposite the round table, she subconsciously believed that he was Xitian.

Even though this is Ye Ya's first time seeing the patriarch, sometimes the girl's intuition is really accurate.

And the leader of the Xitian clan is indeed very good-looking, even if he didn't even look at Ye Ya.

He just looked at Luo Xi, not even looking at Lin Wei who was closer to him.

Why did you come here? Xitian asked.

Facing this saint of the same level, Xitian would not turn his palace into a temple with endless stairs, but would adopt a method of continuous improvement.

As for guests like Xuan Yi, Lin Weiyaya, who didn't actually have invitations, since Luo Xi didn't care, Xitian certainly didn't care either.

After all, Xuanyi's current status is actually very special.

At least Xitian will not do anything to Xuanyi, unless Xiying comes one day and says that Xuanyi has made her angry, so she will no longer care about Xuanyi's life and death.

At that time, Xitian didn't mind using Xuanyi to vent his anger, as long as he was careful not to really kill him.

But now, Xitian can basically regard Xuanyi as air.

Is Xiying still sleeping? Luo Xi didn't mind continuing to get straight to the point.

Anyway, he always has a lot of mountains.

Yes. Xitian nodded without any extra emotion.

He didn't ask Luo Xi how long Xiying would probably have, because Xitian and Xiying themselves knew more about this matter, and there was no need to pretend to be someone else.

Will you watch Xiying die this time? Luo Xi asked: After all, the last time your sister died, you turned the world upside down.

Xuanyi was a little surprised and understood why Luo Xi had no way to save Xiying and why he wanted to see Xitian.

And he was not too afraid that what he said would be heard by others, so the three of them were qualified to be included.

Probably because these two saints are not very particular about it.

And Xitian shook her head: I respect her own choice.

Not only respect her life, but also respect her death.

And more importantly, Xiying's death at this time was under the prophecy of the God of Death, and according to the prophecy, Xiying will usher in his new life after death.

Thank you. Luo Xi said sincerely.

Although he can see the future, he cannot clearly see the saint's choice.

If Xitian, as the current saint, disrupts the world again because of Xiying's incident, the world will certainly be in chaos, but Xitian, as the instigator, is also likely to die due to the backlash of this world.

So this is the origin of the rule that saints do not interfere in the world.

But - Xitian has never been one to play by the rules, so his promise at this time will be very important.

Then, Luo Xi took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it in front of him. Then with a flick of his finger, the porcelain bottle flew straight out and stayed in front of Xitian.

Under the light of the scorching lamp above the snow-white porcelain bottle, countless shadows radiate around, like a dream.

This was the first time that Xuan Yi saw a saint take out such a bottle of something. Judging from his speculation, it should be medicine.

Xitian also looked at the porcelain vase, then raised his head: Is there still one?

Xitian expressed his surprise, because in his understanding, the contents of the porcelain bottle should be gone.

Originally, there should have been none. Luo Xi looked at Xitian with a calm expression: Three hundred years ago, I collected all the materials again, so I have an extra bottle.

Xitian smiled and did not refuse. He stretched out his hand and took the small porcelain bottle into his palm: I would like to thank you on behalf of Aying.

Luo Xi smiled: After all, friendship with you is a very precious thing.

Xuanyi looked at the small porcelain bottle, and his intuition told him that that thing should be a medicine that would help Xiying. Otherwise, Luo Xi wouldn't have to travel thousands of miles to use this bottle of medicine to maintain the relationship between him and Xitian. A game not seen in a thousand years.

And he is actually a master of medicine. I wonder if there is a way to copy this bottle of medicine. If there are more medicines like this, maybe Xiying can be saved. No, it may not be possible to really save Xiying, but at least it can allow Xiying to be in this world. Stay longer.

However, listening to Luo Xi's tone, it seems that the most difficult part of this bottle of medicine is to collect the materials. After all, the last time Luo Xi collected all the materials for this bottle of medicine was three hundred years ago, and in the next three hundred years, the materials for this bottle of medicine will be collected. Even a saint could not collect all the materials, so one can imagine how precious they are.

It’s so precious that I have to thank you personally on the evening of the day.

But Xuan Yi knew that no matter how hard he tried to figure out the answer to the question, there was no room for him to speak.

It was already a great honor for him to be able to observe, so there was no need to say or ask unnecessary questions.

At this moment, Lin Wei had already spoken. She looked at the small porcelain bottle that had disappeared in Xitian's palm: What kind of medicine is that?

Is it the medicine that will help Xiying?

How can I help? If the materials are hard to come by.

Lin Wei talked about several things in succession, but in fact they were all about the bottle of medicine.

But Luo Xi smiled: Not every medicine has a name.

My bottle of medicine has no name.