Secretly looking at Mu Chuyue's delicate and unearthly profile, Xia Zhu suddenly had a firm idea in her mind: no matter what kind of temperament this noble lady in front of her had, she would only treat her master Showing all the sincerity is that whether it is good or bad, the lady does not look stupid, so she will naturally judge it fairly. . . . . . . .
Seeing the limp and swaying sedan chair in front of everyone, Mu Chuyue was so comfortable that she narrowed her eyes slightly.
The maid named Xia Zhu was really smart and knew how to handle things.
It was not a loss to treat her as a first-class maid.
Mu Chuyue temporarily put aside the profound and obscure secrets of puppetry, but she took the time to comment on the maid next to her who was trotting after her in the sedan chair.
She actually does very few things like this, for no other reason than that, for an extremely accomplished alchemist, unless all twelve hours in a day are divided into twenty-four hours, it will be useless.
It's equivalent to a waste of time.
Of course, this is not the point.
The point is that if all this time is used, I wonder how many more elixirs can be refined.
What does the elixir mean to Mu Chuyue?
They are all pink spiritual stones.
Moreover, it is still a huge sum of spiritual stones.
It was also because of being reborn once that after re-entering the realm of an alchemy master for the second time, Mu Chuyue was even more leisurely and lazy than before.
She no longer seizes every moment to refine elixirs as she did before her rebirth, because for her now, the ability to turn elixirs into spiritual stones has perfectly realized the transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change.
To obtain the spirit stone, Mu Chuyue only needed to recharge her batteries and concentrate on refining a cauldron of high-level elixirs.
The low-key matter of spending a lot of time and energy refining the power of low-level elixirs seems to have quietly passed away with the past.
"My great-grandfather, will he invite me over?"
Mu Chuyue pondered.
Although the visitor didn't know what the old man meant, Mu Chuyue clearly had her thoughts in mind.
"Yesterday, in front of so many people, I admitted my identity in the Gu family.
I think now I am planning to change my name.
Yesterday, I was so confused that I forgot to ask my father, and I didn't know what he would give me.
What’s the name?”
Mu Chuyue thought vaguely, but to be honest, she didn't have much enthusiasm for changing her name.
In Mu Chuyue's opinion, a name is nothing more than a title.
As long as it is not outrageously perfunctory, such as "Goudan" or "Cuihua", she will not reject it too much.
What's more, if the name "Mu Chuyue" really counts, it has been used for dozens of years in two lives combined.
Mu Chuyue was a little reluctant to suddenly ask her to change it.
"Forget it, no matter what happens.
If I really can't adapt to it, at worst, I'll just go back to the current one in private."
Mu Chuyue found an excuse for herself, and her attention was immediately diverted by Xia Zhu's voice beside her ear.
"Miss, follow this road to the end and you will find the residence of the clan leader.
Look at the corner of the building exposed behind the ancient tree with unusually lush branches and leaves.
Thanks to your glory, this slave is qualified for the first time.
It’s close to here.”
Xia Zhu dared to talk to Mu Chuyue, but she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
This especially noble lady looked cold and not very lively, and she didn't know if her rash words would offend her master. xx4911131: