After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Liu Yaoyao and the others came suddenly and left very quickly.

It only took half an hour from the time of notification to departure.

By the time the people from the Zichen Sword Sect arrived at the mountain gate to see them off, Liu Yaoyao had already led her people to wait for a while by the flying boat that was ready to take off.

I'm afraid if they hadn't been waiting to say goodbye, they would have disappeared without a trace by now.

Mo Zheng and the others watched as their flying boat turned into a tiny dot and disappeared into the sky before dispersing.

He was playing and joking with Li Fuyi yesterday, but he just left like that today. It was really unexpected.

However, Liu Yaoyao said that she had to go back to deal with something within the clan, so there was naturally no need to force her to stay.

The Ghost Alliance seemed to have heard the news and was very curious about their arrival.

They tried every possible means to find out something, and in the past half month alone, they had dealt with several groups of spies.

The most urgent task was to research the medicinal sachet. He turned around and instructed Hua Jiantang, "Go to the Medicine Immortal Mansion for me..."

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I originally thought that with the sack of medicinal samples from Liu Yaoyao, the development of the medicinal sachets would be quick.

However, they never expected that it would take Qiao Qianan and a group of medical practitioners from the Medicine Immortal Mansion and Nan Yubai staying indoors for over a month before they got the result.

The sachet was successful, but only one.

The sack of medicinal herbs brought by the demon tribe was almost used up, and it was urgent to find replacement herbs and copy the formula.

Yaoxian Mansion can take charge of other medicinal materials, but there are still some elixirs that Yaoxian Mansion does not have in stock for various reasons.

"Everything else is easy, but I'll need to trouble you all to find these six kinds of fragrant elixirs: Zi Yang Zhi, Long Ling Fruit, Hong Ye Xiang, Xuan Bing Yan, San Bu Zui, and Feng Tou Zhi." Qiao Qianan told the heads of several families present the names of the elixirs they were looking for straight away.

Qiao Qianan now had an unshaven beard, which vividly illustrated what it meant to be unkempt and disheveled.

If he hadn't been accompanied by people from the Medicine Immortal Mansion when he came, Hua Jiantang and Lin Moran would have looked very accustomed to it, and Mo Zheng would have even thought he was a homeless person from somewhere.

He just said it!

How come this couple, who were praised by the entire Piaomiao world as a perfect match in their previous life, still haven't made any progress after such a long time?

Lin Moran's slightly face-obsessed temperament, coupled with Qiao Qianan's uninhibited abstract image...

That makes perfect sense.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Mo Zheng stood up to show his sincerity, "The Mysterious Ice Smoke, Three Steps Drunk Purple, and... the Purple Sun Ganoderma are all in the snowy region of the far north. It's up to our Zichen Sword Sect to search for them."

He bowed to the heads of the other families and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you all with the remaining three items."

Those who are still able to sit here today were the backbone of the Immortal Alliance in the past, and naturally would not let Mo Zheng down.

Even though each family now has to retain enough manpower to look after the sect, and there are not many people who can be dispatched to look after the medicine, the task of finding the elixir was quickly completed.

Of course, the only remaining successfully developed medicinal sachet also played a significant role in its ability to make the ghost puppets dull and docile.

Although the Zichen Sword Sect is full of talented people, it is a large and complex sect with many affairs to deal with, and it must also retain enough combat power for emergencies.

So in the end it was decided that Mo Zheng, Nan Yubai and Mu Jinshu would take the lead and select some disciples to go to the northernmost snowy region to look for medicine.

Mo Zheng's disciples only included Lin Moran, Li Fuyi, and Hua Jiantang, so naturally they all followed him, and none of them was willing to be left behind.

Qiao Qianan was worried and wanted to go along too. The people from Yaoxian Mansion had tried to persuade him but to no avail, so he asked Mo Zheng and others for help.

The group set out in the dark at night, not daring to stop for fear of revealing their tracks. It took them seven full days of flying on their swords to reach the border of Xueyuan.

Beyond the Snow Abyss is the real northernmost snow realm, which is deserted and covered with ice and snow all year round. If absolutely necessary, only people from the Piaomiao Realm can easily cross the Snow Abyss.

There is even an unwritten common sense that those below the level of a Sanxian are no better than Xueyuan.

Mo Zheng and his companions rested for a day at the Zichen Sword Sect's base in Xueyuan, preparing to officially enter Xueyuan the next day to search for medicine in various places in the snowy region.

After having some hot food, the group, who had been traveling for seven days without sleep, dispersed early.

Mo Zheng returned to his room. Although he felt tired, it was too early and he couldn't sleep. He could only lie on the bed and chat with Tongzi to relieve his boredom.

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the door, "Master, it's your disciple."

Mo Zheng heard Li Fuyi's voice and said, "Come in, the door is not locked."

Li Fuyi brought a wooden basin filled with hot water and placed it at Mo Zheng's feet. She squatted beside him and reached out to take off Mo Zheng's shoes and socks.

Mo Zheng quickly dodged and grabbed his arm to pull him up:

"What are you doing? Wash your feet for me, get up."

Li Fuyi refused, and squatted there, looking up at Mo Zheng, "Master, it's freezing cold, soaking your feet will make you feel better."

Mo Zheng held his forehead and asked, "Is this about foot soaking?"

I don't dare ask you to soak my feet!

As the saying goes, the arm cannot twist the thigh. Mo Zheng, a cannon fodder, cannot twist the real male protagonist Li Fuyi.

He was determined to have a kind master and filial disciples, and Mo Zheng was worthy of his cooperation.

He simply dragged a stool over to Li Fuyi, sat back on the edge of the bed, and took out a bottle of wine from the brocade bag.

"Get up and sit with me, Master, and have a couple of drinks with me. Wine will warm you up."

Li Fuyi's eyes were full of smiles, and she was no longer stubborn.

Looking at the two people's feet so close to each other in the wooden basin, I felt as if all the fatigue in my body was swept away.

He took the bowl of flower wine that Mo Zheng stuffed into his hand and took a sip. It was full of the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, and the taste of wine was just a embellishment.

However, seeing that his master carefully took half a sip, then another half, his face had turned slightly red, Li Fuyi also felt that he seemed a little drunk.

Especially when seeing Mo Zheng's lips covered with wine, they looked extra moist and attractive.

The feeling of that night suddenly surfaced before my eyes. Master...

He rolled his Adam's apple uncomfortably a few times, trying hard to control the blood and energy surging in his body, worried that his master would notice.

In fact, he was overthinking it. Mo Zheng has never been a good drinker. He was not just tipsy at the moment. In fact, he was already completely drunk.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so presumptuous as to pour himself one glass of wine after another.

People say that in Water Margin, three bowls of wine is enough to finish the job, but Mo Zheng is just a "huge drinker" who can only drink three cups of wine.

At this moment, he was soaking his feet and feeling warm. Li Fuyi was trying to make him happy, and he was so happy that he almost drank the thirteenth cup.

Finally, when he was filling Li Fu's second bowl, his hand loosened and the wine jug slipped and sank into the foot basin.

Mo Zheng felt his consciousness gradually blurring and the world in front of him began to spin. He tried hard to stay awake, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Finally, he closed his eyes and his body fell involuntarily onto the bed.

Li Fuyi reacted quickly, almost instinctively reaching out her hand and firmly supporting Mo Zheng's neck.

Mo Zheng's body had already lost balance, swaying back and forth, completely unaware of what was happening.

Being led by Li Fuyi like this, her body naturally snuggled into Li Fuyi's arms.

Li Fuyi felt the weight and warmth coming from Mo Zheng, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Because of this action, most of the wine spilled out of the bowl in his hand, and his clothes were soaked by the osmanthus wine, leaving stains of varying depths.

The breath of the person in my arms smells like floral wine with every breath he exhales.

Not to mention the steaming hot osmanthus wine in the foot basin. The whole room seemed to be filled with the fragrance of osmanthus wine, as if you had fallen into a huge wine vat.

"Hehe..." Li Fuyi smiled gently and patted Mo Zheng's back lightly, comforting him who seemed to want to continue making trouble.

Scratch...

He moved carefully, and just pulled his left foot out of the basin, ready to send Mo Zheng to bed.

However, just as he was about to lift his right foot, Mo Zheng stepped heavily on his right foot...