Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss

Even the swindlers let the fire stop.

The night feathers are kneeling on the ground, the time is short, and it is important to improve the time.

A purple Ling Dan entrance, as expected, as far as the devotion of the spiritual power in Dantian is left, it seems that this body is very embarrassing, fortunately, they can refine the medicine, otherwise these purple Ling Dan used up, night feathers In this hand, I can't really buy a lot of medicinal herbs to cultivate, but in other words, even if there is money, there are not so many remedies for the night feathers to buy.

It took only three hours for the last night to practice, and the spiritual power in the body was already saturated. This time, the night feathers were practiced for five hours, and spent twenty purple spirits before they broke through to the spiritual fourth. Although I really want to break through the fifth order of the spirituality in one fell swoop, I will not be able to absorb the meridians in the realm of the master.

The night feathers woke up from cultivation, and looked at the only four purple Ling Dan in the box in front of them, the flat mouth, this thing can not help but eat, this is only two days gone, it seems that I have to buy some medicine to try alchemy.

"Fire spirit." Night feathers whispered.

When the little bird fell on the shelf and the fire spirit heard the sound of the night feathers, he immediately flew over: "Master, master, tell me something, are you going to eat? I want to eat the millennium snow lotus!"

"Hey, the food will be said, etc., which is the prescription for refining the purple Lingdan." There are no fewer than a thousand prescription books on the shelf, and the night feathers will not be stupid enough to find oneself, and the fire spirit knows this better than himself. Place, ask it is the most direct way.

The fire spirit flapped its wings and grabbed the prescription of Zi Lingdan, threw it into the hands of the night feathers, and flew in the air and looked at the night feathers pitifully: "Master ~ I am hungry."

"I will give you some food for a while." Even though the night feathers feel that the fire does not eat, it is fine, but the fire spirit is always hungry, and the night feathers are only clean.

Simply jot down the medicinal materials needed to refine Zi Ling Dan, and the night feathers left the chaotic space.

The sky was just bright, and the night feathers were simply washed, and the day was already bright after changing the clothes.

The night feathers hit the clothes on the body. This was like what Missy wore, and the rag before it was thrown directly under the table.

I don't know why, the night feathers have not slept for two days, and every night they enter the chaotic space for cultivation, but every time they practice, they don't feel the slightest sleepiness. I don't know because of the chaotic space or because of taking Zi Lingdan. .

"Miss? Miss? Are you up? Have breakfast." Qinger gently slammed the door outside the door.

The night feathers and the young children came to the first floor of the inn to have some simple breakfast.

On the table is a pot of porridge and a few dishes of greens.

The night feathers just picked up the bowl and a poor voice sounded: "Master... I am hungry"

The night feathers slammed the hand, and the porridge in the bowl was almost scattered on the table, and the look of the table looked strangely at the table.

"Miss, the dishes don't taste? Xiao Er! Change these dishes." Qinger noticed the abnormality of the night feathers.

"Nothing is okay, eat and eat." Night Feather bowed his head and ate porridge. When the heart was wondering, the voice of Huo Ling rang again.

"Master, your strength has broken through, so you can communicate with your heart. Once you break through, I can leave the chaotic space and fly outside, but the master, I am so hungry." Fire spirit touches the white tender hand in the chaotic space. A small belly with a mole.

"What are you going to eat." Night Feather muttered in his heart, and it is estimated that he will cry and cry when he is hungry.