The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1200

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1200
It was getting dark, and the refugees who went out to work came home one after another.
He went to the door again to chat and inquire about news.
into the night.
Ye Ling returned to the room and saw that Mrs. Zhang had already prepared the meal and was waiting to come to eat.
Zhang Shi pushed a bowl of medicinal soup to Ye Ling: “Drink it, I think it will make you feel better.”
Ye Ling looked at the medicinal soup on the table, it was exactly the same as before, just like the tea leaves that had been soaked many times and then boiled, the smell was faint, like water.
He picked up… the big bowl, raised his head and drank it.
Entrance: tasteless, not even tea-like.
Sure enough, it was still clear water! Ye Ling licked her lips and put down the big bowl.
“what”
Ye Ling glanced at the big bowl on the table and asked Peacock with a frown.
“What is Picking and Returning Soup”
Peacock said slowly: “It’s a general term for a skill. When I first saw this bowl of medicinal soup, I remembered the name. Wait for me, it seems that I have memories of this. This uncle will first brush his hair.”
Seeing Ye Ling frowning, Zhang Shi couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong with this medicine?”
As she spoke, she nervously grabbed Ye Ling’s wrist and gave him a pulse. After a while, she withdrew her hand, looked down at the food and pondered for a while, then suddenly patted the table.
“I know!”
Ye Ling looked at Mrs Zhang in amazement: “Auntie, what did you say?”
Zhang Shi smiled, sat down on the stool, raised his head and said, “The old lady will find you a main medicine, which will definitely bring your physical fitness back.”
She snapped her fingers happily, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and said, “Let’s eat, it’s not good if it’s cold.”
Ye Ling “Oh”
With a bang, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks.
Suddenly, I heard Zhang say again.
Chapter 159 Don’t dare to say anything
“By the way, I inquired today, it is not expensive for the refugees to buy a small courtyard in the suburbs south of the city, it is probably about…about eight eighth-grade spirit stones: I have already paid the deposit.
It will take about half a month to move in.”
“what”
Ye Ling let out a low voice and shook her chopsticks: “Does A-niang have enough money to buy a small courtyard?”
Zhang Shi said irresponsibly: “Not enough…. I only handed in an eighth-grade spirit stone for the order, and spent five years of savings, the rest is up to you.”
She bowed her head to eat.
Ye Ling grinned: “Do your best, half a month, seven yuan and eight grades.”
Zhang looked up and said: “It’s not difficult, I said that my son is a talisman carver, the guy who… Remember to bring your badge.”
Ye Ling laughed: “I didn’t expect the talisman to be so useful.”
“Rogue!”
Zhang Shi continued to eat without hesitation…
In the middle of the night, Ye Ling was laying on the ground, rolling around, but… unable to sleep, she seemed to have a mind that she couldn’t understand, and she was confused and couldn’t relax her nerves.
“Peacock, I can’t sleep. It’s very relaxing to be hugged by A-Niang at noon today.”
Peacock said irresponsibly and casually: “It’s nothing, your nerves are too suppressed, and now you calm down, the more sad you are. It’s normal, when the uncle was so powerful that the wild beasts in the mountains didn’t dare to approach, and eating meat became a problem, I was so troubled.”
Ye Ling: “…”
After a while, Ye Ling asked again, “What are you doing?”
Peacock did not speak.
Ye Ling asked curiously, “Hey! The peacock is talking.
By the way, you know that… What is the harvesting soup? Hey, did you hear me?”
“Ow”
The peacock chirped loudly and roared furiously: “My hair is shedding, dead summer bug, my uncle is shedding hair! You are making a fuss, I am losing my hair.”
Ye Ling’s expression turned pale, and for a moment he was honest and did not dare to make a sound.
I waited silently for a while, and when the peacock had almost lost his temper, he heard it angrily: “Do you want to know what harvesting soup is?”
Ye Ling immediately became energetic: “What is it?”
Peacock slowed down and said angrily, “That’s… the soup made from the essence.
I forgot the specific method, but I remember how it was, collecting the essence and replenishing the soul, so it is called harvesting the soup.”
Ye Ling pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: “Putting and returning soup and alchemy… different, um… Actually, I want to know which one… is more sophisticated.”