Just as Chen Feng was secretly hating, Chen Meng actually came up and whispered: "Don't offend them, women are very revenge, and we don't have much strength at all."

"Idiot, if this continues, wouldn't it be impossible for me to have a foothold? I have to fight for the steamed buns!" Chen Feng wailed in his heart.

"Actually, there is no need to worry about allocating it. What I want is spiritual liquid rather than items." Liu Yayuan casually pointed at one of the four piles of items and smiled at Qiao Xueqing faintly.

Feeling Qiao Xueqing's confident smile, Chen Feng looked at Chen Meng and Tu loudly, then he took two steps forward with a painful face, and layers of ripples of dry air surged out from his arms.

In a short while, four piles of items were stained with the black liquid that kept gushing out of Chen Feng's arms, and gradually began to be corroded and melted.

"Do you think the spiritual liquid capacity of these four piles of items will be the same as that?" Liu Yayuan took out a small stone mill and asked Chen Feng with a smile while putting the spiritual silk into the mill's eyes.

"With Brother Qiao's eyesight, there will probably be no big difference. Don't scrap those spiritual civices, be careful." Chen Feng's obvious favoritism towards Qiao Xueqing made Liu Yayuan show a little dissatisfaction with her delicate face.

Seeing Liu Yayuan pushing the grinding of Xiaoshi grinding with her hands, she quickly and slowly, and bringing thousands of rays of rays of light from the ground, Chen Feng couldn't help but be surprised in her heart. Her keen sense of the properties of the traditional Chinese medicine.

In Chen Feng's opinion, it is far from as simple as Liu Yayuan's medicinal properties.

Chen Feng could not make a conclusion in a short time if Liu Yayuan knew the properties of the medicine.
Chapter completed!