"oh."

Zhao Yang nodded, and a ray of original currency bounced over with his fingertips.

Seeing Shen Bing's hair turning black again, Zhao Yang chuckled and shook his head.

After thinking about it, he whispered to her: "Remember what you shouldn't say in the future, don't be big-mouthed, otherwise Xinggong will not be able to protect you."

"You are here."

While speaking, Shen Bing put his face over...

A crisp sound.

Shen Bing, who had his butt touched, flew out of the window.

Close the window.

Pull the curtains.

Zhao Yang sat cross-legged on a heat-insulating blanket prepared earlier, his eyes closed.

A strand of purple air flow emerged from its seven orifices.

The shadow of the copper furnace appeared.

Flame burns.

In the dark, wisps of air flow emerged out of thin air and poured into the fire that seemed to be extinguished at any time.

"The purple palace refining golden elixir, refining essence, refining qi, turning it into spirit, and integrating it into a furnace to refine it.

Finally, it turns into essence and integrates into the natal world, so it is called the natal golden elixir!

Since there is no firewood in the real world, someone is coming to you for fear of life...

Don't be surprised,
Chapter completed!