"This this……"

He wanted to say that this was a wasteful act, but he dared not say it due to Mo Huaiyuan's power.

"Go ahead."

Mo Huaiyuan did not explain, waved his hand and said: "The war on the front line is tense, go and make elixirs quickly!"

"……yes!"

With ten thousand questions in mind, the alchemist left.

Mo Huaiyuan didn't stay long.

Returning to the Alchemy Pagoda again, I seemed to suddenly sense something, and suddenly looked towards Alchemy Room No. 45.

"Ahem..."

Accompanied by a violent cough, the alchemy room flashed, and a young man with fine features walked out of it.

He is about twenty years old.

The black air between the eyebrows was entangled, almost condensed into substance, and the face was full of morbidity and paleness.

"quick!"

"Give me...ahem, give me a hundred blood-sucking grasses...master?"

The words are not finished yet.

He suddenly saw Mo Huaiyuan's figure.

"Master, why are you here?"

With a flash of joy in his eyes, he came to Mo Huaiyuan and said excitedly: "Are you here to see me?"

Mo Huaiyuan said nothing.

As the top alchemy master in the mysterious world, he had many disciples in his life, but without exception, they all died in the alchemy tower.

The young man in front of me.

He is his youngest disciple, the one with the best talent in alchemy, and his favorite disciple.

Can……

He knew it when he saw the dark look between the other person's eyebrows.

This little apprentice will not live long.

The lips moved.

He really wanted to say sorry to this young apprentice, wanted to ask him if he was tired, and wanted him to rest for a while and stop working so hard, but... when the words came to his lips, they turned into something else.

"Go ahead."
Chapter completed!