Chapter 11

Alchemy? Is it hard? Is it harder than killing? Is it harder than using a scalpel and death?

Feng Xingying didn't dare to say anything else. He made a lot of so-called marrow washing pills in his mouth. It didn't seem to be much more difficult than rubbing sugar beans.

As for the inferior hemostatic pill, do you have to use your own spirit fire? The spirit fire of the nine princesses is really worthless.

At this time, the surrounding voices came, but everyone's focus was not on the pills, but on the alchemists.

"I heard that Miss Feng was disfigured a few days ago. Now nine princesses Nangong Yulian is the most beautiful woman in Dali

"Of course, the ninth princess is incomparable in beauty and talent, much better than that vase."

"Shh, it's said that the Feng family has been turned by some hooligans. I really want to see if his Highness's hat is green."

Listening to the voices around her, the little maid in waiting was obviously flattered and said, "shut up, don't compare that kind of goods with my princess, just rely on that kind of cheap person?"

The onlookers nodded one after another, and the little maid in waiting was right.

Is that broken vase that has been raped and disfigured worthy of comparison with our nine princesses?

Feng Xingying pulled her lips slightly and made a sound with a light smile, as if it wasn't her that those rumors referred to.

It's just that she's obviously not a good tempered person.

She never held a grudge against Feng Xingying, because she had a grudge and got revenge on the spot.

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Outside the Jubao Pavilion, it is very cold.

Even the hall of Jubao pavilion has no guests.

Because of people, they all went to Tianning drugstore.

There are beauties, pills and mysterious scenes of alchemy.

"Why don't you make pills in public?" At this moment, the only guest in the pavilion suddenly spoke.

Sister Mei, the manager of Jubao Pavilion, looks at the woman in front of her face helplessly. She is slim but not short of heroism. Her voice is very nice but not artificial. She is just wearing an exquisitely carved black silver mask, which only covers the position below her eyes. Obviously, she is deliberately hiding her true identity.

In the face of this kind of problem, sister Mei's usual habit is to go back in one sentence.

But the merchant's intuition made her see a trace of mysterious hope. Anyway, being idle was also idle. He explained to her, "obviously, there is no alchemist in the shop."

"But do you have pills?" The woman knows how to ask, hiding in the corner of the mouth under the mask floating a touch of treacherous arc.

This woman is obviously Feng Xingying. Of course, she came prepared only when she understood the situation of Jubao Pavilion. In order to avoid meeting acquaintances and associating with her from the veil, she simply spent all her savings, rented a silver shop and made her own mask.

Instead, Mei Jie became interested in Feng Xingying and explained carefully: "our pills all come from a noble guest. Please forgive me for disclosing his name."

"If so, I would like to demonstrate alchemy for you?" Feng Xingying is loud, but she is not in a hurry to raise money, although she is really short of it.

Mei Jie's eyes flashed a glimmer of hope: "what do you call a girl?"

"Alchemist, you Ying."

"You Ying girl, please ~ ~"

Feng Xingying smiles and strides forward magnanimously.

There was a flash of surprise in sister Mei's eyes. Although she was hiding her head and tail, her actions revealed a kind of nobility, not the rashness and pride of those low-level alchemists in Shendan valley.

It's a kind of self-confidence emanating from the bottom of my heart. I don't need to pretend at all. I've shown it incisively and vividly.

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