Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 742 Detoxification Formula 2
Ma Yuntian also had a strange expression on his face. This brother of mine usually wraps his face in a black scarf, but he would take off the black scarf whenever he came to the bamboo forest. No one in the Drunken Immortal Building would be his opponent, otherwise, he would definitely think that Ghost Hand was being bullied by someone.

"It's nothing, it's just that the Black Demon Pavilion came and burgled and stole one of the Tianque Molan that was treating my sister-in-law!" Ghost Hand suppressed the anger in his heart, pretending to be indifferent.

"Did you lose anything else?" Ma Yuntian asked with concern.

"No, just a Tianque Molan was stolen." Guishou shook his head, but his heart was very angry.This Tianque black orchid, but I spent several years and took care of it better than my parents before opening three of them, but someone stole one of them.

It's not that the heart is bleeding, what is it!
On the other hand, Ma Yuntian's face softened when he heard that he hadn't lost anything else, but then became gloomy again.Of course, this change is not aimed at the ghost hand, but the defense of Zuixianlou.

How could it be so bad, even the Black Demon Pavilion, where no strangers are allowed to enter, has been missed by thieves.

but…

The Black Demon Pavilion is located at the core of the Zuixian Tower, and nothing else has been lost, and this day Que Molan has never said anything to outsiders. Only Yu Yang, Lan Qingsheng, and Wan Jingguo from the Zui Ong Court know about it, so...

Hehe, it really is the tiger who doesn't show his power, treat him as a sick cat!

Thinking of this, Ma Yuntian's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, although he didn't see any expression, but Feng Caitian, who was listening on the side, was secretly startled by the unmistakable cruelty.

"It's okay, there are still two flowers, it should be enough!" Feeling the self-blame and hesitation of the ghost hand, Ma Yuntian quickly put away his thoughts and comforted him aloud.

The ghost hand didn't speak, but moved the pot of Tianque Molan in his hand outside the house, and then watered it a little bit, then turned around and returned to the bamboo house.

"The paper and pen you want!" After tidying up, the ghost hand didn't delay any longer, and handed Feng Caitian everything she needed.

Feng Caitian took the paper and pen and ink, and began to write vigorously...

a piece of...

two...

three...

……

Although it is a brush, Feng Caitian is also a very fast learner. The so-called practice makes perfect, so the more you go to the back, the faster the writing speed will be. The ability is super strong, and he quickly mastered the natural law of using the brush. Naturally, the faster he writes, the smoother he writes. one sheet.

Ma Yuntian stood aside, while Feng Caitian was writing, he quietly looked at the papers filled with various materials in his hand. At first he didn't think there was anything wrong, but the more he got to the end, his expression became more and more serious. is surprised.

Because at the beginning of reading Feng Caitian's handwriting, she was obviously a beginner, but gradually, the more she read, Ma Yuntian found that her handwriting became more and more rounded, and her fonts became more and more beautiful and natural. Afterwards, as the speed increased, These characters are becoming more and more open. It is estimated that even those who have practiced calligraphy for ten years cannot catch up with her good characters!

However, Ma Yuntian was only shocked for a while, but later, he focused more on the medicinal materials and materials written on the paper.

(End of this chapter)