Fang Zhiran often slapped Zhou Nianping on the back of the head. In the past, she was often half angry, but this time she was really angry.

Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping are both smart people, and of course they can see that this time is different from the past.

Both of them were a little surprised. Fang Zhiqiang was not a stingy woman. Why did Zhou Nianping rush up angry after scolding her in a roundabout way?

Mu Changfeng suddenly remembered the sad and joyful expression on her face when she learned about the abandoned manor, and immediately made a judgment.

She was already feeling depressed and uncomfortable, and she was just angry, just venting her emotions.

"I seemed to have done something bad by accident, which made people feel sad." Mu Changfeng stared at Fang Zhiliang's eyebrows and said cautiously, "Why don't we change the place?"

"What are you talking about the scene and feeling? What do you mean?" Zhou Nianping was still grinning and rubbing the back of his head.

Fang Zhiqiang said: "I heard from my mother that before she got married, she liked to take Aunt Wei around. She once built a manor dozens of miles away from the town. Aunt Wei especially liked the red grass beach there. When the sunset was full of the sky, the sky was red and the grass was red. The sky and the earth seemed to be connected, like a fire spreading to the horizon. The scenery was quite magnificent."

"Oh, I understand, what Changfeng accidentally discovered was..." Before he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew everywhere, and the coldness was bone-broken. A team of ghost soldiers rushed out of the woods ahead, with shiny armor and holding a spear in his hand.

A team of ghost soldiers rushed out of the woods opposite, dressed in black brocade clothes and a shield in hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two teams fought together, and the sound of spies and signs fighting each other was endless. The Yin soldiers whispered and whispered, and neither side wanted to retreat.

The three of them were all planning to take a detour, but suddenly they heard the sound of the pipa silk and bamboo coming from afar, and in the blink of an eye, approaching.

But it is a band, both men and women. Some play the pipa, some play the flute, some play the gong, and some play the drum.

Various musical sounds were mixed together, which was quite chaotic. When I heard it, I felt that it was silence and harsh, and the sounds were harsh.

Behind the band were a group of dancers, all of whom were wearing heavy makeup, red faces, red lips, and a bright red gauze dress, waving their long sleeves in the cold wind.

There is no beauty, only weirdness.

The musician dancer was focused on her mind and walked straight through the two Yin soldiers. She walked a few steps forward. When she saw Fang Zhiran with a cold face, she was like a mouse who saw a cat and immediately became quiet.

"Monster, run away quickly." A sharp female voice came from the band. The Yin soldiers looked here together, just a glance, and they were so scared that they were so scared that they scattered together amid the chaotic and sharp cry for help.

The feeling of desolation couldn't help but surged into my heart. Fang Zhiran's eyes were filled with tears, she lowered her head, and rushed to the road silently.

Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping could understand the sorrow in her heart. On the way, they saw many wandering souls, some rushing on their own, and some rushing to one another, and all three turned a blind eye to them.

After arriving at the abandoned manor, Zhou Nianping found the most spacious room, installed the alchemy furnace, took all the medicines needed for the alchemy from Fang Zhiliang, and said, "I remember all the procedures and steps for refining the life-extension pill. Senior sister, don't worry. I will try my best to refine the best life-extension pill and try to give Miss Rui'er a few more years of life."

Fang Zhiqiang was a little worried. She wrote the method of alchemy in detail on a piece of paper when she was in the inn and handed it to Zhou Nianping, saying: "You should take a good look. The procedure and temperature of alchemy is very important, and you can't make mistakes when you use low heat or when you use martial fire."

Zhou Nianping took the paper and browsed it carefully, and said, "It's a waste of time, it's no different from what I remember."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "It takes effort to refine the life-extending pill. If you can't hold on, give up. Don't hurt yourself."

Zhou Nianping smiled indifferently and said, "In order to have enough spiritual medicine, I took that... that powder, you know."

"I will hit you if I dare to take it again in the future." Fang Zhiqiang felt very distressed. She held back her tears. Finally, she took out a smaller purse from her purse and handed it over, then floated outside the room and quickly closed the door.

Zhou Nianping solemnly opened it and took out the seven-color flowers that had always made Mu Changfeng curious.
Chapter completed!