The evil concubine who confuses the world, the spirit master who defies the sky

Chapter 114 The Dragon Has To Be Coiled
She and Xiao Huo Miao had already squandered all the top-grade spirit stones that she had obtained these days, and now she was out of pocket.

Hearing the number of spirit stones needed from Guanshi Wu's mouth from time to time, Ji Yehuan realized for the first time that there was no trouble with spirit stones.

Therefore, robbing...cough, obtaining some spirit stones by legitimate means is particularly important.

Steward Wu raised his head in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that his expression was a little strange.

Isn't every alchemist rich?This one in front of me seems... different from other alchemists?
Every alchemist is a scarce resource, let alone an alchemist who can refine Guling Pill?
Wu Guanshi realized that he must not lose this big customer, and hurriedly said: "You still have some top-quality spirit stones stored here, which can fully pay for the cost of these medicinal materials."

Ji Yehuan nodded, told Steward Wu to bring more medicinal materials, and left the auction house.

Sensing the embarrassment of the lack of Lingshi, Ji Yehuan quickly thought about it.

With Ji Qinglan's current physical condition, only by replenishing sufficient spiritual energy so that the sub-gu can absorb enough spiritual power can the sub-gu not eat the flesh and blood and lead to death.

To put it simply, before refining the Yanyang Pill that can suppress the Zigu, Ji Qinglan could only hang his life on the pill that replenished the aura.

Ji Qinglan's broken body couldn't bear to drag on any longer, otherwise she wouldn't be issued a death notice by the doctor.

Little Huomiao is also an existence that consumes a lot of spirit stone pills, so he must try to earn more spirit stones.

……

Different from the usual coldness, there are a few more people in Nanyuan at this time.

Guard Seventeen in black clothes stood under the withered maple tree, and Su Mo and Jun Ruoli stood beside him.

On the other side of the stone table, Mu Xiujing sat quietly, on which was a set of tea sets.

In the middle of the yard, the boy Xiaolang is practicing boxing with Iron Man.

The iron man was specially made by Ji Mingwu in order to improve the physical fitness of the spiritual masters in the mansion. It can withstand the full blow of spiritual power from the spiritual masters, but it is difficult to leave a mark on it with only physical strength.

But now, this 12-year-old boy can leave a deep fist mark on Iron Man every time he punches.

Punch after punch hit Iron Man heavily, and the dull sound of the beating echoed in the yard.

The boy's speed became faster and faster, and the fist marks on Iron Man's body became more and more deep.

At the end, the boy gave a loud shout, raised his breath, and swung his fist fiercely at the iron man's head!
An imposing punch directly sent Iron Man's head flying several meters away, hitting the wall and making a big hole.

Cub supported the deflated Iron Man with one hand and gasped for breath, his delicate face was flushed, and large beads of sweat slipped from his forehead and fell to the ground.

The expressions of the three watching the battle were different. Su Mo touched his neck subconsciously and found that it was still intact.

There was a burst of crisp applause, and all four of them turned their heads to look.

At the gate of the courtyard, a young man dressed in red walked into the courtyard. She clapped her hands lazily, but she did not hide her admiration for the boy: "Not bad."

Shi Qi walked up to Ji Yehuan first, and then retreated silently after seeing the ceremony.

Su Mo wanted to run over, but after a flicker in his eyes, he froze in place and did not move.

Su Mo went back to the Su family, but was kicked out by Su He. He didn't understand the current situation of the Su family.

But he knew that the Su family must have done something wrong to Ji Yehuan.

Cub propped himself up, clenched his fists, and clenched his teeth.

Ji Yehuan walked up to the little wolf and patted the hair on his head: "The cultivation speed is very fast."

The little wolf took a quick step back, covered the top of his head, and glared at her angrily with puffed cheeks.

Ji Yehuan completely ignored this completely harmless move, and asked, "Can you talk?"

The little wolf clenched his teeth even tighter, but subconsciously let go after thinking of the words the boy taught him that day.

For some reason, there are two words that have been circling in my mind, and I want to spit them out many times, but it is not his name, but...

"Grand...son..."

After saying these two words with difficulty, the boy's heart fluctuated slightly as if a pebble had been thrown into it.

This is the first time in his life that he uttered words, not 'father' or 'mother', but 'son'.

It seems that since then, there has been an unspeakable sense of belonging.

The little wolf was extremely annoyed, and quickly lowered his head, missing the flickering light in the young man's black eyes.

"Very good." Ji Yehuan leaned over with a chuckle, lifted the boy's chin, looked into his beautiful emerald eyes, and said slowly:
"From now on, I am your only master, unless you die, you cannot betray me."

The little wolf was forced to raise his head, and in front of him was the boy's eyes that were darker than the night, like the deepest black hole, even if the light shone in, he couldn't escape.

"Can you hear me clearly?"

Little Wolf's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded slightly.

Ji Yehuan let go of the little wolf's chin, and said to the guard in black clothes behind him, "Seventeen, take him down and find someone to teach him how to read and speak."

Seventeen lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

The little wolf walked quickly behind the guards, and after the seemingly docile boy turned his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes where no one could see.

After the two left, Ji Yehuan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the iron man in the courtyard who was covered in fist marks everywhere.

Although the little wolf practiced late, it was as if he was born to practice martial arts.

There are nine levels of martial arts practiced by his martial artist, each level is extremely difficult to learn, but he directly reached the second level in just a few days!

Moreover, his own physical fitness can also explain some problems. The identity of this child should not be simple.

A wicked smile curled up on the corner of Ji Yehuan's mouth - even if the other party was a dragon, he had to coil up in front of her.

(End of this chapter)