There are more boys than girls. I am the granddaughter of the interstellar god.

Just one drop of coagulation potion can instantly stop bleeding from a palm-sized wound. Combined with a drop of recovery potion, it can even make the wound heal quickly and grow new flesh.

A drop of recovery potion can quickly restore an exhausted body, not only restoring physical strength but also combat effectiveness.

The recovery potion on the market cannot restore combat power. You need to take a whole bottle to be effective.

This result shocked Su Muzhe and a group of soul masters.

Su Muzhe suddenly thought that he had just eaten a whole recovery pill, which seemed a bit of a waste. Maybe half a pill would be enough to make his legs grow back.

Su Yuqing thought so too, and he stared at his elder brother with resentment.

Su Muzhe smiled bitterly, "I've already eaten it, so why should I spit it out for you?"

Su Yuqing was disgusted, "Disgusting!"

Because of this incident, Ningxiang Pavilion became famous again and became popular all over the Energy Star.

Su Yuqing informed Su Xiaolu of the news.

As a loyal fan of the Goddess Sister, Su Xiaolu even wrote a long article, detailing the effects of several potions from Ningxiang Pavilion.

His article became popular, and the ID Xiaolu also became popular again. Xiaolu, who originally had only three million fans, suddenly gained two million fans, and there is a slight upward trend.

Those soul masters who drank a whole bottle of medicine at once all beat their chests and stamped their feet, leaving comments under Xiaolu's article: "What a waste, I actually drank a whole bottle, it's just a waste of God's gift."

"Xiaolu, you posted this article too late. I have already drunk the potion."

Many people also went to Ningxiang Pavilion to leave messages, both men and women.

"Sister Goddess, when will you put the potions on the shelves? I don't expect to buy soothing potions, but repair potions will be fine, or blood coagulation potions..."

"Sister Goddess, please put the anti-aging pills on the shelves!"

...

This was the fifth time Fang Tongtong came to see Ningyi, but he was still not there.

A few days ago, when Ningxiang Pavilion was put on the shelves, Fang Tongtong also went to show her support, but Jiahao and Gao Jun were not there, so she felt something was wrong.

Later she made some food and sent it to Villa 211, but no one was there, only a child named Jarvan was looking after the house.

She vaguely sensed something was wrong and asked Jiawen what was wrong, but this little clever boy was so slippery that he said nothing.

At this time, Fang Tongtong happened to run into Ye Zhen who was offline to replenish energy liquid. She hurriedly asked: "Zhen'er, what happened to Ningyi? Tell me the truth, don't hide it from me."

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Ye Zhen simply confessed: "Ningyi lost her bracelet and was trapped on the star network. She lost her memory and now she can't be found."

Fang Tongtong's face suddenly turned pale. "How could this happen? Has it been so long?"

Ye Zhen rubbed his brows. He had been staying up late for several nights, and the dark circles under his eyes were a bit heavy. "Today is the third day."

"What?" Three days had passed. If she didn't ask, would Zhen'er still be hiding it? Fang Tongtong said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Your dad and I could have gone to the Star Network to look for someone. One more person means more strength."

Ye Zhen knew this would happen, so he said nothing and lowered his head, looking like he was being scolded.

Fang Tongtong felt distressed when she saw him with his head drooping and looking listless and haggard. She softened her voice, "Zhen'er, you should have a good rest. Don't collapse before Ningyi is found. Leave the search for Ningyi to me and your father for now."

Asking him to rest, Ye Zhen was not happy. He raised his head and said stubbornly, "Mom, I'm not tired. I don't need to rest."

How could he sleep when Ningyi hadn’t been found yet?

Fang Tongtong looked at the red bloodshot eyes of her eldest son with heartache, "Listen to mom and take a rest. If you can't sleep, just close your eyes and rest."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Fang Tongtong took out a mirror and handed it to him, "Look at yourself. Your eyes are red like a vampire, and there are dark circles under your eyes. Your beard is untidy. You look lifeless. And you say you're not tired?"

"Mom, I..."

Fang Tongtong didn't give him a chance to speak and pulled him home. "In order to prevent you from secretly surfing the Internet without telling us, you should stay at home. Otherwise, I'm worried that you will die of a sudden death before Ningyi is found."

When Ye Zhen was ordered to rest, Qi Mu's house became lively.

While Qi Mu was examining Jiang Jingting, two uninvited guests came into Treatment Room No. 1, one after another.

The first person to send a message was Guan Baizhi. He reported his work to Luo Ningyi, but the other party didn't reply to him for several days, which made him vaguely realize that something was wrong.

Although I didn't reply to his messages in time before, I would always reply him a sentence or two the next day.

Guan Baizhi was worried that Luo Ningyi might have encountered an accident, so he immediately activated the teleportation array.

Ever since Guan Baizhi learned that Ningxiang Pavilion was opened by Luo Ningyi, he knew that this matter would definitely cause big trouble, as a tall tree attracts the wind.

If you touch someone's cake, you're just asking for trouble.

Originally, he wanted to apply to come over to protect her, but Luo Ningyi refused and asked him to pretend that he didn't know. As a result, she got into trouble after just a few days.

Guan Baizhi looked at Luo Ningyi lying in the healing chamber and said with a sigh, "Sure enough, it won't work without my protection!"

After that, he opened the transparent cover above the healing chamber, looked at someone carefully, and even touched her with his hand, muttering: "Her face is rosy, and she looks like she is sleeping soundly. There is nothing wrong with her! Why doesn't she wake up?"

He looked at the connected instruments again and everything was normal.

He suddenly thought of a possibility. A consciousness lost in the star network seemed to have the same symptom.

Guan Baizhi burst out laughing, "Oh my god, no way, Ningyi, why are you so unlucky, did you really lose your bracelet?"

In Guan Bozhi's opinion, it's not a big deal if the bracelet is lost. He can get it back by committing suicide immediately. It's no big deal.

Take good care of your body and inject energy fluids on time every day. It’s okay if you come out late.

Guan Baizhi observed the surrounding environment and said, "This place doesn't look like her residence. No one is watching. Where are Wen Jiuci and Ye Zhen? This is too irresponsible. What if Ningyi's body is stolen by criminals?"

No, it’s better for him to keep his Star Master.

So, Guan Baizhi took Luo Ningyi out of the healing chamber.

As soon as Guan Baizhi took out the teleportation array device, he saw a flash of white light before his eyes.

Then, a strange and handsome man appeared in front of him, holding a very familiar formation weapon in his hand.

Guan Baizhi looked at the one in his hand, and then at the other person's. Not only was it familiar, it was exactly the same. Could it be that this was mass-produced on an assembly line?

The person who came was Yan Feng. When he saw Guan Baizhi holding Luo Ningyi stealthily, his peach blossom eyes shone with murderous intent, and he shouted loudly: "You thief, how dare you sneak attack the boss."

He asked why the boss had ignored him recently. He sent dozens of messages but received no reply. It turned out that she was knocked unconscious and imprisoned.

Yanfeng looked around and saw an operating table next door. Damn, this bastard actually wanted to use the big guy for experiments?

Simply unforgivable!

Yanfeng put the teleportation array in his hand back into the space button, and instantly swung out a sharp wind blade, hitting the thief's fragile throat.