Chapter 313 You can give it to Xie Juanchao

Author: Junzi Yin Yang

Chapter 313 You can give it to Xie Juanchao

She wore a long black dress embroidered with poppy lace and held a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

There was also a fat white dumpling that was flapping its wings and flying around her head.

It grabbed a handful of flowers with both hands, first inserted a white camellia in her hair, and then pinned a white alyssum to her ear.

His emerald green eyes blinked, and he smiled happily: "I will dress His Highness beautifully, and Your Highness will definitely continue to teach me how to refine magic potions."

"Little Nightingale? Wan'an." Mu Gang was surprised.

"Your Highness, this little flower is for you." The nightingale who passed by Mugang before wanted to put the flower in Wan'an's arms, but she was at a loss when she saw that her arms were already full and flying beside her.

"You came just in time, help me get some. These will be used to refine the magic potion later." Wan'an was unceremonious and put the bouquet of flowers and plants in his arms into Semu Gang's arms.

He reached out to take the little red flower sent by Nightingale, and patted Nightingale's head gently with his slender index finger: "I like it very much, thank you."

On the way to the refining station with Wan'an, Mu Gang encountered various animals blocking the road to deliver flowers and plants to Wan'an.

"Are these animals captured by the circus?" Mu Gang saw that these animals passing by were very enthusiastic about Wan'an, and they all looked familiar.

They all have one thing in common, they have large and small scars on their bodies, or some mutilated limbs.

"Well, in this magic potion refining competition, both precious and common medicinal materials can be used at will, so I plan to refine some potions that can heal their wounds." Wan'an responded.

According to the rules of the competition, the medicinal materials for refining the participating magic potions can be picked anywhere in the Fairy Tale Forest. The only requirement is that the participating witch candidates cannot leave the Hanging Garden.

So Xie Chaoan and Cesar, led by Chang Chang, went to the forest to help Wan An pick medicinal materials.

There are also some mobile animals who follow the instructions on the medicinal materials and pick them.

The nightingale who just sent the little red flower is one of them.

Wan'an explained, moving his hands constantly while refining five different magic potions.

After she regained her memory, the memory of the thick book about magic potion refining also came back.

No need to be afraid anymore, you can use the formulas and spells you heard from Kabu to make some strange potions.

Seeing Wan'an smashing the petals of the red flower that Nightingale just sent and throwing them into a stone pot with purple skull bubbles, Mu Gang sniffed and smelled the smell of bitter cucumber and celery.

Curious: "Is this purple vegetable soup?"

As a witch candidate Wan'an: "..."

"It's for treating the throat." After placing the petals, Wan'an put a spoonful of the potion into a crystal bottle: "The nightingale's throat was injured just now. This potion can cure it."

After filling the potion, she took the green leaves on the side and threw them into the pot, increasing the firepower: "Brew it for a while, and then you can give it to Xie Juanchao."

Staring at the pot of purple potion that exuded a strange smell and bubbled with skulls, Mu Gang fell into silence.

To be honest, he had some doubts that this pot of potion could really cure Xie Juanchao's mute voice?

After all, this look is really weird.

Thinking that Xie Junchao didn't talk much in normal times, and now he relies on writing to do everything, Mu Gang raised his hand and touched his neck, and couldn't help but nod his head thankfully: "That's great."

"What are you doing!" Buka's angry voice suddenly came from not far away.

Wan'an looked around and saw a white cat stuffing the medicinal ingredients that Buka had just arranged into its mouth.

There is a mouse next to him carrying a pipe and smoking the petals arranged by Buca.

"No one is there to use it, so they are starting to use scumbags." Wan An narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Chapter completed!