Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

Ye Qingli blended the flame without any hassle.

Everyone looked at her holding their breath.

Jun Aohan looked at her extremely focused expression.

There seemed to be no other people in my eyes.

In his eyes, when Ye Qingli was the most focused, it was when she was the most beautiful.

An hour passed ...

A trace of fragrance slowly floated out of the medicine tripod.

"Really alchemy!"

"Yeah, I thought he was just pretending!"

"Is it true that she said just now?"

"Miss Naluo isn't going to ..."

Everyone looked at Luo Qingyan.

Her face was red and white.

Lips were almost bitten by myself.

Is that bitch really a pharmacist?

How can this be!

How could her talent be higher than herself?

This is, Ye Qingli finally opened the lid of his medicine tripod.

Then she spread her hands, and on top, she lay quietly on three finger-sized potions.

Everyone exclaimed.

"She really did it!"

"It turns out that she is really a pharmacist!"

"It's only been a few months. She has been able to refine the panacea. Is such a progress really against the sky?"

Although in their eyes, Ye Qingli is just a pharmacist who has just started, but this is already very powerful.

You know, in the mind of the warrior, a pharmacist is almost like a god.

Every pharmacist will be worshipped and respected by countless warriors.

Ye Qingli put away the panacea in her hand. Just now, for the sake of speed, she only practiced the most common pill for qi.

"Now, Miss Luo can know that what I just said is not a lie!"

Every word she uttered, like a heavy slap in the face, pumped on Luo Qingyan's face, making her almost uncomfortable.

She couldn't believe her eyes at all.

How could that waste wood become a pharmacist so quickly?

However, the facts were right in front of her, and she could not be tolerated.

"Humph!"

Luo Qingyan slammed his sleeve fiercely.

"This time, it was Miss Ben who lost!"

After talking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Slow down!"

Ye Qingli said coldly.

"Miss Luo seems to have forgotten, did you promise me anything?"

Luo Qingyan's face changed.

"Don't go too far!"

Ye Qingli yawned lazily.

"The murderer pays his debts and repays his debts, and he must admit what he said!"

"Miss Luo didn't want to fart what she just said!"

Luo Qingyan's face was pale.

"I just talk about ..."

"Just talk about it?"

Jun Aohan's cold voice rang.

"We are not just listening."

His cold-eyed eyes were murderous and fell on Luo Qingyan's body.

"climb!"

The cold refusal to refuse.

Luo Qingyan bit her lip, her face swelled red, almost crying.

Many people have pity in their hearts.

Emperor Yunan coughed.

"The emperor's nephew, just a joke just now, not as good as this matter!"

"Joke?"

Junao laughed coldly.

"Ben Wang doesn't think this is a joke!"

"If Qingli lost just now, would Miss Luo let her fulfill her promise?"

"I will definitely pack up the little bitch ..."

Luo Qingyan said it without thinking.

"So, now you go ahead with your promise!"