Mo Ran's eyes became a little sharper, and he was unknowingly trapped again. Mo Ran couldn't help but start looking at him. This ninth young master is really not a good corner to deal with.

"I was even more surprised. The Ninth Young Master is indeed full of hands and eyes." Mo Ran said slowly, instead of being anxious. She suddenly realized that the more she fought with such a hidden person, the more she could not be anxious, otherwise the more flaws she exposed would be.

The ninth young master smiled slightly, "Miss, I'm sorry. You went to the Tower of Heaven twice for this and must have suffered a lot. Our transaction is still the same. I will change the conditions slightly. As long as the girl gets three things, the girl can make any requests to me, no matter what it is, no matter how many, no matter how long it takes, what should I do?"

Mo Ran also laughed, but laughed at the fact that what he said was too fake, no matter what it was, no matter how many it was, no matter how long it took? Is this too generous?

Seeing that Mo Ran didn't speak, the ninth young master laughed and said, "Doesn't you believe me?"

Mo Ran said: "How can I believe the Ninth Master tell me?"

The nineth young master leaned on his head and pondered for a while, and said, "That girl's opinion, how could you change your attention?"

Mo Ran didn't keep it a secret and said, "Unless you tell me what you mean by borrowing these three things."

The ninth young master was embarrassed, but smiled and said, "This is no problem. I can tell the girl, but now, when the three treasures come to my hands, what purpose are used for, the girl can follow me to see. Even if the girl doesn't say it, I am willing to invite the girl. I said it was borrowing and I will definitely return it to you later."

Mo Ran stared at the pair of smiling fox eyes and finally said, "Yes, I can get three things for you, but you have to give me an accurate time."

The nine young master's eyes were slightly deeper, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "The night after forty-nine days, it will be returned at dawn."

Mo Ran said directly: "Okay."

After saying that, Mo Ran planned to leave, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around. The Ninth Master opened his mouth and was about to keep him. Mo Ran said first: "I heard that there is a map that is hard to find in recent times. I wonder if Mr. Ninth Master is willing to give me one?"

The nine young master lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, "Girl, don't test it. I just said that I would agree to any request from the girl. How could I say no now?"

As he said that, the bright palm reached into his clothes, took out a roll of map from his waist and handed it to Mo Ran.

Mo Ran looked at the map, then looked at the neckline that was more open because of the movement, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. You said that there was only a pitiful belt on your clothes to be tied loosely, and you were still hiding a roll of map there, why do you add this burden to it?

Mo Ran took the map and it was still warm to buy it. It had been a long time since he held it... Looking at the charming smile of the Ninth Young Master, it seemed that the map was not in her hand, but the warm and smooth skin, Mo Ran didn't know what she was feeling for for a moment.

"...Farewell." Mo Ran said.

The steps under his feet were much faster than when he came. As he walked, he thought, the nine young masters were really elusive. Who would have thought of a glimpse under the flower building where the red light danced, and there were so many follow-ups. He only met him three times, but he could tear a layer of mask on his face every time. It seemed to be no danger, but who knows how many masks he still has?

After Mo Ran disappeared at the end of the long street, a window above the flower building slowly closed, and a red dress slowly swayed on the ground. The Ninth Young Master lifted the red tent, yawned and lay back.

And suddenly, two figures appeared silently outside the pearl curtain, one man and one woman, the man was burly and fierce, and the woman was sexy and charming.

The woman smiled charmingly, "Boss, do you want us to stare at her?"

A lazy voice came from the red tent, "I won't stop you if you want to die, but if you destroy my plan, you can't afford to die ten thousand times."

The woman's twisted waist stiffened for a moment, and then smiled charmingly: "We have been preparing for this for so many years. Now everything is ready. The last treasure is pressed on a woman. Boss, I just want to remind you to think twice."

As soon as she finished speaking, a red light came quickly, flew over her face, peeled off a long strand and disappeared quietly, the sound behind the red tent was still lazy,

"Baisha, when are you qualified to remind me?"

The woman named Baisha trembled all over, looked back at the disappearing energy, and admitted her mistake, "I'm sorry, boss, I'm beyond the rules."

The sound in the red tent did not fluctuate, "You go out, don't get close to Mo Ran, and don't get close to anyone around her, do you understand?"

The white sand lowered his head, "I understand."

After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared.

The talent in the red tent said again: "Blade, how about the demon realm?"

The muscular man, who was covered in stone, was the blade. He had no reaction to Baisha's rudeness throughout the whole process. He replied: "Fan Li is already starting to grab the throne, but soon after, the battle of Mangyuan will be in trouble, and the Demon Realm will not be able to participate."

The person inside laughed slowly, "That's a pity. Fanli is finally willing to take action. Speaking of the demon realm for tens of thousands of years, it's time to turn over this time, and we should go back."

The slightly ferocious face of the blade was even more ferocious because of the excitement. The muscles on the chest were jumping and they said a little depressedly: "Yes, you can go back!"

"You go and notify the demons in the Chufeng Hall to return to the demon realm. I don't want to put all my bets on Fan Li. This matter is only successful or not. "The Ninth Young Master said again.

Dao Ren immediately asked, "Boss can't be careless here. We all go back. Wouldn't you have fewer people here?"

The Ninth Young Master said, "It's enough to have you and Baisha stayed behind. This situation has been completed, and we just wait for it to come true."

The blade patted his chest and said, "Yes, I'll go and pass the order now."

...

But Mo Ran, except for Hanshui City, he was not anxious. He slowly swayed on the mountain road, thinking about the recent series of things, the battle of the Mangyuan is coming, the tide of beasts is approaching, the 49-day appointment with the Ninth Prince, and the lost island are really something.

Hanshui City is such a remote city, and when she left the city, people walked frequently. She could clearly feel the dusty smell and inexplicable restlessness on their bodies.

The Sumeru Realm has been a little chaotic recently, but this world seems to be like this. The more chaotic it is, the more excited people are.

It was already noon when she returned to the Beast Sect. When she appeared on the Nine-level Peak, a few people immediately ran into the square, Zhan Mei took the lead, and Feng Xiuyong and Li Zhanxing followed behind.

Zhan Meiying was angry with a little anxiety on her face, "Uncle Mo, you are back, something big is wrong! Why are you still so leisurely?"

Mo Ran stopped, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong with this?"

Zhan Mei immediately asked, "Why didn't you go to Fuyun Temple today?"

Mo Ran said: "Isn't Luoxia Sect also preaching today? Why, we were all defeated?"

Zhan Mei said helplessly: "It's not this, it doesn't matter if we lose. Anyway, compared with Luoxia Sect, all four sects cannot win. The key is that today the head of Luoxia Sect preached himself!

He didn't know how to recognize you, so he asked you why you didn't go as soon as he came. The disciples of Luoxia Sect added fuel to the fire and said that you hadn't been there once these days. He said that you were already a seventh-grade alchemist and disdainful to listen. The head of Luoxia Sect was angry and said that he would add an alchemy exchange to the evening so that all the disciples who participated in the exchange of the five sects would come, and the heads of the five sects would go back to see it!

Uncle Mo, this is because you played the game and it’s a big deal. We’re here to inform you, hurry up and prepare for the elixir for the evening, right?"

"My master agrees?" Mo Ran asked.

Feng Xiuyong next to him said: "This matter was decided suddenly, and the head of Luoxia Sect must have the right to make full decisions."

Mo Ran frowned. It was really a big deal. She, a seventh-grade alchemist, is a fake... Suddenly, Mo Ran was about to run away. Zhan Mei quickly grabbed Mo Ran and said, "Uncle Mo, why are you running away? What should I do now? The disciples of Luoxia Sect are happy now, waiting to abuse you at night!"

Mo Ran took her hand away, "You said that others are waiting to abuse me. Don't I prepare now? See you in the evening."

After saying that, Mo Ran disappeared in an instant, leaving only Zhan Mei looking at Feng Xiu Yong and Li Zhanxing with some uncertainty, "Can Uncle Mo really work? We can't help..."

Feng Xiuyong didn't say anything, but Li Zhanxing didn't know when he became Mo Ran's brainless fan. "She is Mo Ran, what's the point? Senior sister, just wait and see."

But Mo Ran blew back to the bamboo house like a gust of wind, and directly flashed into the Santeng Ring, and pushed open the ghost doctor's door. He was indeed sitting in the room with a closed window, so dark that it was quiet in the corner that was not airtight, as if he had melted into a desolate realm.

This almost gloomy quietness was interrupted by Mo Ran, and she pulled the ghost doctor's hand and said, "Wuya, you have to save me. Is there any way to make me refine the seventh grade pill tonight?"

The ghost doctor opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed on the crystal blue emperor's death, and a stunning face reflected in his desolate eyes, but he noticed that it was not Mo Ran's request for help, but that he pulled her to sniff her gently.

Mo Ran was caught off guard and sat on the ghost doctor's legs. He looked down at the ghost doctor, "Wu, Wuya, I'm talking about serious business, very urgent..." She meant that he should not fall in love at this time.

The ghost doctor raised his head from her chest, but asked, "Where have you been?"

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he smelled her body as if he remembered something, but she didn't smell anything. But she suddenly thought of the rich incense in the Jiu Gongzi's house. She was stained with the smell, but later she couldn't even smell it.

Mo Ran had no intention of telling them about the three treasures that after she went to Tongtian Tower twice, it was a catastrophe. She wanted to say that she still wanted to take the tower eyes, so they wouldn't tie her up?

Thinking of this, Mo Ran's face did not change, but he quickly took out a roll of map from his arms, "I went to the Flower Building, but I only took one map and did nothing else. This map was bought from the Koufengtang."

The ghost doctor took it and opened it and looked carefully for a while, "Lost Island..."

Seeing that he was looking at it seriously, Mo Ran did not interrupt. After a while, the ghost doctor put down the map, stood up and walked out.

But you just leave, why don’t you put her down? Mo Ran was forced to cross her legs around the ghost doctor’s waist, hugged his neck and said, “I can walk by myself…”

The ghost doctor held Mo Ran in one hand, still strolling in the garden, and said with a smile: "It's good."

Although the curve of the corner of the mouth was small, it still surprised Mo Ran and hugged him a little tightly. The ghost doctor has been gentle or enthusiastic recently, and it has become increasingly difficult to resist.

While Mo Ran was still immersed in the stunning smile of the ghost doctor, the ghost doctor had already carried her to the alchemy room. When he raised his eyes and saw Mo Ran's a little intoxicated look, he couldn't help but feel moved, and hugged her and turned around to go out.

Mo Ran woke up suddenly and grabbed the door frame, "Wuya, where are you going?"

The ghost doctor's expression remained unchanged and said, "You seem to be eager for me. The afternoon is enough for us to do a lot of things. Tonight I was the one who served me to bed. You probably can't come back, so you'll get it in advance."

Mo Ran was addicted to beauty just now, and now she has a little numb scalp. Can't she let her be fooled? When she has no family, she will cut down whoever she wants. She will watch as long as she wants. Now, I have to pay for it to watch for a while!

Mo Ran said weakly: "Wuya, can you not remember it so clearly?"

"It will only be once every eight days. If I forget it, it will be sixteen days. I don't have many things to remember. You have added one to me." Ghost Doctor said.

I heard the ghost doctor say so much at once, can I say this is a complaint? Moreover, can I not talk about this routine? Mo Ran has no strength, "Don't postpone it in advance..."

The ghost doctor asked, "When?"

The ghost doctor asked seriously, Mo Ran felt that his face had left her, and waved his hand, "It's up to you..."

The ghost doctor nodded with a smile. Is this considered satisfied?

He walked into the alchemy room again, put Mo Ran on the ground, and said, "In fact, if you practice in the afternoon or not, it will have no effect on your swing in the evening. There is no way to make you refine the seventh grade pill immediately."

Mo Ran was silent for a moment. In fact, she knew that there was no shortcut to alchemy, so she had to think about how she passed by the night...

"But I told you that there are no barriers to alchemy. I never need a pill recipe for refining elixirs, nor do I consider how many grades of pills I have refined. As long as it is what I need, it is enough." The ghost doctor said again.

Mo Ran glanced at him, "So you are a ghost doctor. You don't need to consider how many grades of elixirs you have refined, because they are all top-quality without any surprises."

The ghost doctor said: "Tonight... I can help you refine elixirs."

Mo Ran shook his head. What happened tonight had become a fact. She was not actually worried. The so-called seventh-grade alchemist was not true at all, and she was not afraid of being exposed. She just liked the alchemy and did not need to make a name for herself.
Chapter completed!