Alchemy (3)

Hadn't Mu Ziying been struggling to even move the puppet an inch before? What had happened? Now she could even make the puppet attack?!

Mu Ziying glanced at Lei Yan. With a curl of her finger, she summoned the puppet back.

Lei Yan clutched at his throat in shock. He could still feel a slight prickly pain where the puppet touched him.

He really couldn't tell.

Was Mu Ziying that convinced by Boss?

He couldn't even express any doubts?

I say, Little Senior Sister, please clear your muddled brain. As much as you worship Boss, please have some sense.

How in the world would Boss know how to refine medicine?

Just as the few teenagers were muttering amongst themselves, Yun Chen led them to his alchemy lab.

The group was speechless at the sight of the small, dilapidated room. Even though they didn't know much about the medicine faculty, they could tell that this was definitely the lousiest lab in the entire faculty.