"By the way, Young Master, I will leave the Life Pill for Young Master this time.
I also have many Blood Recovery Pills, Yuan Recovery Pills, Xuxiu Pills, and Jingjing Pills.
Feng Mingye listened to Yun Yaoling's words, raised his head and touched Yun Yaoling's soft hair, and said with a smile, "Ah Yao only thinks about me, but not for Ah Yao himself.
The injury on Ah Yao's face is just It needs muscle growth pills to repair it.
I can send someone to prepare whatever medicinal materials Ah Yao needs. " Feng Mingye touched his head when he disagreed, which made Yun Yaoling stunned on the spot.
When he heard his words again, Yun Yaoling suddenly realized.
No wonder she seemed to have forgotten something.
She had been so excited about refining the life-reviving pill that she forgot about the scar on her face.
"I forgot, but there is no need to prepare it.
The medicinal materials prepared by the young master are very sufficient.
Refining muscle elixirs is easy, but at the moment, I can’t refine high-grade muscle elixirs, so don’t worry.”
If her face wants to fully recover, I'm afraid she will need a high-grade muscle-building pill of grade eight or above, because the scar on her face is too deep.
Just imagine how vicious Xue Ruxue is.
Listening to Yun Yaoling's words, Feng Mingye couldn't help but be a little shocked.
According to him, there were very few alchemists in Dongfan Kingdom, and every mortal alchemist could only refine a small amount of rare elixirs in addition to basic elixirs.
Medicine, Yun Yaoling had just told him that she could refine all mortal-level elixirs.
What a talent it was.
However, he didn't know that Yun Yao Ling had a small medicine magic method, which recorded a large number of various prescriptions for mortal-level elixirs.
Yun Yao Ling could be refined as long as it had the medicinal materials in the prescriptions.
The second day.
Yun Yaoling followed Feng Mingye to meet his father, the city lord, with an anxious mood.
Looking at Feng Mingye in front of him, Yun Yaoling began to wonder what kind of person the father of the banished immortal master was.
As if sensing Yun Yaoling's uneasy mood, Feng Mingye touched Yun Yaoling's head and said, "Don't worry, my father is very kind, Ah Yao just do as he pleases."
"Yeah."
Yun Yaoling was already immune to Feng Mingye's head-touching attack.
There was no way, because she was short, and her 15-year-old body looked smaller than her peers due to the abuse by the Yun family.
Her height could only reach Feng Mingye's chest, and along the way, Feng Mingye Ming Ye naturally touched the soft hair on the top of her head.
From the initial embarrassment to now, she has adapted to it.
In fact, Feng Mingye felt like an older brother to her.
She remembered that in her impression, at that time, her brother also liked to touch her head.
Soon, Yun Yaoling followed Feng Mingye to a very elegantly decorated study room.
Feng Mian had been waiting there for a long time.
He really wanted to see the little girl who saved Ming Ye.
When he heard the noise, he couldn't sit still at all.
Instead, he walked out and looked at a little girl in green clothes from a distance.
He Mingye slowly came towards this.
"Father, this is my savior, Ah Yao.
Ah Yao, this is my father.
Lord Feng Mian City."
Feng Mingye introduced him when he saw Feng Mian coming out and Ah Yao looked very nervous.
"Okay, okay, Ah Yao, he is a good boy."
When Yun Yaoling approached, Feng Mian could see Yun Yaoling's appearance clearly, but he saw a striking scar on Yun Yaoling's right face, which was deeply damaged.
He looked at her delicate and beautiful little face, put aside the doubts in his heart, and looked at Yun Yaoling with an increasingly loving look.
Yun Yaoling found that Feng Mingye's father felt very kind to others, completely different from Feng Mingye's cold and cold attitude.
Hearing his loving words again, most of the tension in my heart could not help but disappear, "Rattlebell has seen Uncle Feng."
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