A prostitute is about to turn over

Chapter 102 English Writing, Chemical Formulas 1
Asking what love is in the world, it is one thing and one thing.

In midsummer, the heat wave is rolling, and the cicadas are humming endlessly.

Seeing the old man like this, Yu Ling thought to himself, if this elixir is used in the right way, it will be a blessing for all generations. If it falls into a crooked way, it will be a disaster for thousands of years. He should be so cautious.

Abandon the reluctance in her heart, follow what Fang Zhuo said, and read it again. She used to not believe in ghosts and gods at all, but after she traveled through time, she suddenly realized that this world is actually very magical, and nothing is impossible, so she believed it too. This is the causality of swearing to heaven or swearing to the dead.

Any violation will be reported.

Fang Zhuo's son, Fang Wu, and Yuling's life experience were investigated by him, and he brought them from the gambling house. Although he didn't know what the old man's intentions were, he didn't think much about it.

Seeing that the old man carefully took out the sheepskin scroll that had been hidden close to his body and placed it in front of Yu Ling, his mouth was wide open and could not be closed anymore. . .

The old man valued this parchment more than his life. These sons were not allowed to touch it, and they would be punished for even looking at it.

Today, however, he put the most precious thing in front of a girl whom he had never met before. . . .

Just when Fang Zhuo was about to help Yu Ling unfold the sheepskin scroll, his eyes froze with coldness, he turned his head and stared at the half-hidden Yaolu wooden door, and said, "Who is it?"

The people outside the door did not move or make a sound.

Fang Zhuo snorted coldly, raised his sleeve and waved towards the door.

There was only a scream, and a bright yellow figure fell out.

"Junior Junior Sister, Junior Junior Sister, are you alright?" A male voice came from the other end, from far to near, he rushed to Nen Huang's figure, lifted her up, stroked her back, and helped her to relax.

Fang Wuben went out to have a look, but saw that the person with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth was his youngest baby girl, Fang Qing.

Hastily stepped forward, pushed the male disciple away, put his arms around his daughter, felt her pulse, the frown was gently relaxed, fortunately the old man didn't do anything harshly, otherwise, this girl would have died. . .

"Who is it? Bring it in." Fang Zhuo ordered solemnly.

It is clearly ordered that no one is allowed to approach, who is so bold?
Fang Wu glared at Fang Qing, who had a pale face, and pulled her into the medicine reed.

"Father, it's Qing'er, she..." Fang Wu's daughter was eager to defend Qing'er, but Fang Zhuo immediately interrupted him, saying, "Let her speak for herself." His tone was unusually cold, without any With the slightest temperature, it seemed that the little girl in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Seeing the old man like this, Fang Wu closed his mouth sensibly. Although the old man is usually informal, he will never care about anything as long as it involves the roll of parchment in his arms.

(End of this chapter)