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Chapter 829 I am a Flower Without Emotions 54
Song Qing's eyes were full of disbelief when he got rejected by Funan.

Senior Brother Funan is clearly interested in Duan's Little Flower Essence in the Psychedelic Forest, why did he make such a reasonable request, and why did Senior Brother Funan refuse to agree?

Songqing should say it or not, it does look a little silly.

Funan just looked at Songqing calmly. Although Hunan is a little narcissistic and a little awkward, it doesn't mean he has no brains.

Song Qing deliberately brought up this matter because he wanted him to take him to the Forest of Illusion.

Although Songqing can go by himself, he can only stay on the periphery. After all, it may be dangerous to go further with his cultivation base, but it will be different if he is with him.

Funan understands Song Qing's small calculations, if it is at other times, he would be willing to accompany him, but Funan has been very annoying these years.

At the beginning, I gave the mustard space to Xiao Huajing, and there was his aura in that mustard space, as long as the aura was within a hundred miles of him, he would sense it.

Funan once felt such an aura late at night many years ago, but it was only fleeting.

When I went to Hunan, I thought about the stunning face in my memory, and went to the psychedelic forest again.

It seems that I can't find the little flower essence, and there is no breath within a hundred miles.

And when that kind of breath reappears, it is mainly in the Supreme Sect.

Could it be that a little flower essence of her can sneak into the Supreme Sect?
Funan fell into deep thought, the psychedelic forest has already been there, without his breath, there is no taste of him.

Since there are none of these things, it means that the little flower essence is not there.

But Xiao Huajing grew up in the psychedelic forest, if not in the psychedelic forest, where would it be?
Could it be that he was turned into a prototype by monks and used to refine medicine?
Funan didn't know why, but when he thought of that possibility, he felt a little sad.

At this time, Funan didn't know what love was, but felt that he was so sad, maybe it was the trouble and sadness that he could no longer see the beautiful things that were about to disappear.

It's just that when Funan thought that the little flower essence might be taken away and made into a elixir, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

And Funan thought about where in these days when he felt that kind of breath, it was indeed in the Supreme Sect, but where was it in the Supreme Sect?

Funan frowned, thinking about it carefully, an ordinary face flashed in his mind unconsciously.

Funan was very inexplicable, how could he remember such an ordinary face?

After thinking about it carefully, Funan also wanted to understand why he remembered that face.

That's because, I seem to feel the breath of my own mustard space in that person.

But although the purity of that person's spiritual root is 100%, his cultivation level is indeed not high.

How could it be refined into medicine by her.

Although Funan thought this way in his heart, his heart couldn't help but tugged.

Some things are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

In case that little flower spirit was really stupid and stupid, and was tricked and taken away by someone like that, and then that person took away her mustard space and put it away, there would be nothing wrong with it, after all, in a sense That being said, it's a trophy.

(End of this chapter)