Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

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"Madam, what should we do next?" He Fangzhu asked.

"What else can I do to hurry you to marry a concubine, you don't expect this day for a long time." Mrs. He said angrily.

"I don't mean this, I mean, listening to the meaning of the lady A Zhi just now, you need to ring the bell to solve the bell. If you want to save Daojia, you have to ask Ling Chuxi." He Fangzhu really is Good temper is worthy of being a model in tracheitis, even if this is not angry, some said with a cry.

"Forget it, Jin Manshan didn't say that he would find a way to fix Daojia? Let's wait and see." Mrs. He gave up the idea of ​​seeking revenge against Ling Chuxi, but asked her to save Ling Chu Xi, but still lose face.

"Well, let's just do what you said." He Fang knew that she couldn't let go, and didn't force her, as long as she didn't go into trouble and cause trouble.

At this time, Ling Chuxi had no knowledge of all this, and was doing his best to gather his mind, trying to figure out the last kind of spirit grass from that waste pill.

In her mind, she has already memorized the medicinal properties of thousands of spirits, and this time, she didn't even let go of the ordinary herbs, and compared them one by one.

The sky is getting late, and on the branch of the moon, Ling Chuxi is in the space of Xuya and enters the state of ecstasy.

Finally, Ling Chuxi violently opened his eyes.

"Han Xin Cao, I understand, it is Han Xin Cao." Ling Chuxi finally came up with the twelfth Wei Ling Cao, a look of joy, but just gave a cheer, and the voice came to an abrupt end.

"No, some are wrong." Ling Chuxi rubbed his temples to wake himself up.

In her mind, she has been thinking about this recipe for thousands of times. It is estimated that the understanding of this recipe is not under the person who originally made it. In her subconscious mind, the 13 recipes of this recipe must have a taste. It was Molan, but only after the twelfth Wei Ling Cao was worked out, she discovered that, in terms of pharmacology, the 13th Wei Ling Cao could never be Mo Lan.

"Did something go wrong in front of you?" Ling Chuxi settled down and scrutinized again.

Unconsciously, two more hours passed, and Ling Chuxi scrutinized and came up with the same result.

There are no problems with the previous twelve kinds of spirit grass, only the thirteenth, which is by no means Molan.

Ling Chuxi couldn't help but feel disappointed. I thought that as long as I knew the twelfth kind of spirit grass, I could launch a complete set of Danfang to rejuvenate the spirit god. How can I know that the last step of the spirit grass is not at all Cymbidium. It's like a climber who has exhausted all his strength to climb the peak. Before he can celebrate the victory, he finds that there is another higher mountain in front of him. The disappointment can be imagined.

In order to figure out the previous twelve kinds of spirit grass, she has spared no effort, and even her consciousness is on the verge of collapse. If it is not relying on the strain of Moran, I am afraid that her consciousness will have been hurt.

It is estimated that the weather outside is not too early. Ling Chuxi knows that with his current situation, he must be unable to figure out the last taste of the grass, and can only give up helplessly.

It seems that maybe it's time to think about other ways.

I looked at the little yellow chicken and the ankylosaurus lizard, and they were still the same as when I saw them. The Xumi space.

A bamboo basket was placed on the table, and there was a fascinating smell of meals. Huangfu never knew when the meals were ready.