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Gu Qiqi stared in surprise at a golden floor-standing vase behind the man in gray robe.

The extravagant and expensive vase didn't take away much of her attention, what she was staring at was actually the unique and delicate bouquet in the vase——

Thick black petals, like a phoenix tail in the night, curled into an elegant and charming arc, layered and arranged around the stamens, the stamens are also black, even the little pollen on them is also black!

As the breeze blew, the black pollen slowly dispersed like a mist, as if a touch of black incense was lit in the hall!

So weird!

Black Rebirth Flower!

Gu Qiqi's heart skipped a beat, and five words jumped out.

This medicine palace is really miraculous, the black past life flower, which hardly exists in the world, is actually a random decoration here.

It can be picked for decoration, which means that there are many, many.

The strength and wealth of Yaogong are truly unfathomable.

Gu Qiqi remained calm, and gave Lisa a wink by her side.

Lisa was not as calm as her, her big eyes were fixed on the black flowers of the past, and she was about to fly over.

Get that black flower of death!

The prescription is completely assembled, and my sister's illness will be cured!

However, the moment she came into contact with the gray-robed man, the cold aura immediately extinguished all her hopes.

It was so scary, the gray-robed man's eyes were so scary, she could only think of four words "Death is coming".

You can't blame Lisa for being too weak and cowardly.

At this moment, at both ends of the long dining table, almost all the participating pharmacists couldn't help shivering.

The aura of the gray-robed great pharmacist is too strong, enough to deter these figures who are considered elites in various countries.

"It's very impolite to look into the eyes of the deacon. Let me remind everyone!" Behind him, the brown-robed pharmacist suddenly spoke, with a serious tone.

Everyone hurriedly lowered their eyes without squinting.

Sure enough, the pressure of the coldness eased a little.

Mr. Deacon...

The death-like deacon is said to be the owner of the medicine palace, and also the owner of the rights under the president of the Great Pharmacist Guild and over ten thousand people.

Some people also say that the deacon is the next president, and in the near future, no one will be able to surpass his power!

Gu Qiqi had already withdrawn her gaze from the black Flower of Rebirth.

She didn't even look at the cold deacon again, even though she felt that this person looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, obviously that face was unfamiliar!

This kind of oppressive aura, an aura that even she can't resist, certainly not many people in the world have it. Where did you see it?

Gu Qiqi was only curious for a moment, and then sent the little dirty turtle to act: "When the meal is open later, you go get a black past life flower and bring it back to Lisa. Be gentle. Don't be discovered by that man."

"Very good, master silver!"

The little dirty turtle readily agreed.

At the end of the long dining table, on the main seat, the deacon in gray robe raised his hand gloomyly, signaling the start of the dinner.

There was no music, no program, and no toasts or opening remarks. A silent dinner just kicked off.

The servants were like lifeless puppets, mechanically bringing plates of delicate dishes into the hall and placing them in front of everyone.

Watching you finish before removing the plate for the next dish.

This kind of complicated etiquette is really unbearable. In order to prevent the servants behind them from staring at them all the time, everyone had to make a quick decision and try to clean up all the food on the plate.

Dining in this way is undoubtedly dull and painful.

Gu Qiqi wasn't hungry, so she directly resorted to blindfolding and threw all the meals into the space without taking a bite.

And the gray-robed deacon on the main seat ate every mouthful.

At this time, he was sipping a cup of seahorse blood swallow soup.

Seeing him burying his head in drinking the soup, the little dirty turtle quickly shot out like an arrow, using the thick tablecloth under the table as a cover, and slid to the golden vase on the opposite side. The online service of the real lady, help you find books to chat with you, please wechat/message/search/search popular web articles or rdww444 waiting for you~