Chapter 3984 4.1584 Indifference

It was night, Mo Lian came out of a wing room in Donglin Garden, and closed the door, her eyes lightly glanced at Yun Fong and the others standing in the courtyard.

"Let Qiaoqiao have a good rest." Mo Lian's voice was very light.

The little guy just skipped the level and finished refining the soul-returning pill, and then rushed back to the academy with a rag. After being hit so hard, she must be given a certain amount of time to recover.

Yun Fong opened his mouth, "Axun's..."

"The ice crystal coffin of Peak Master Murong will be handed over to us." Mo Lian interrupted Yun Cong's words, her expression was indifferent.

"But……"

"President Yun, I know that you have good intentions." Mo Lian interrupted him again, "But you can't deny that because of this self-assertion, you missed the best time to rescue Peak Master Murong."

"If you guys are willing to wait a bit, or trust Jojo a little more. Maybe... things won't be as troublesome as they are now."

"This little friend." His Excellency He Wen, who had been silent for a while, followed behind the crowd and couldn't help but asked, "That girl, she really has refined the soul-returning pill at the level of a heaven-level alchemist. ?"

How is this possible?

That is a holy medicine! At the level of a god-level alchemist, even if the phoenix flower is added to the holy medicine, the success rate is increased to 100%, but... the medicinal medicine released is still of poor quality.

Can a heaven-level alchemist surpass a god-level alchemist?

Impossible to think about.

Mo Lian glanced at the alchemist He Wen, and said in a cold voice, "The most important thing in this world is genius."

"What you can't do doesn't mean Qiaoqiao can't do it."

Everyone was silent.

But Mo Lian's attitude of ignoring Alchemist He Wen at all angered his apprentice Ni Hanzhi.

"You, how did you talk?" Ni Hanzhi couldn't help but anger.

When he was in the back mountain of the Royal Academy before, this man had swept his eyes with cold and terrifying eyes.

Such an attitude of disregarding their master and apprentice makes Ni Hanzhi so angry that he can't help gnashing his teeth.

"Hanzhi." He Wen sighed and stopped his apprentice from continuing.

"The old man thought of a remedy before, and I hope that when the little girl wakes up tomorrow, I can discuss it with her carefully."

"Everyone, please come back." Mo Lian nodded coldly.

In the distant twilight, Yun Piaomiao and a few people only felt that the young man in front of him had cold eyebrows and frosty snow.

The whole person seems to be wrapped in a thin layer of mist like smoke, cold and lofty, and unattainable...

Knowing that the anger in his heart was unbearable, Yun Cong and Yun Piaomiao couldn't help but closed their eyes, nodded, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Yun Fong didn't know how he got back to the yard, so he sat blankly at the small table, staring at the cup of herbal tea on the table, with unbearable bitterness in his heart.

Qiao Mu slept until noon the next day.

Pulling off a thin piece of satin on her body, the little girl sat on the side of the bed with a blank expression, and started to be stunned.

What happened yesterday is vivid in my mind.

In the past four years, she saw Murong Xun again, but it was in that cold coffin, watching her lying quietly without breathing.

She didn't know if this counted as seeing.

The door to the wing was pushed open with a squeak.

Mo Lian's slender figure stood at the door against the light.

Seeing her sitting beside the bed in a daze, she smiled, "Are you awake?"

Qiao Mu suddenly stood up, ran a few steps, and threw himself into his arms.