Trapped in the Deep Mountains (1)

"Meow?"

In the Apricot Realm, Greedy the Cat Spirit paused its conducting alchemy. It jumped over and lifted its owner's finger that was soaked in the medicinal liquid.

It didn't move at all.

It scratched the air with its front paws in confusion.

Was it just an illusion? It seemed to have moved just now?

It had already fed him so many Elixirs and even refined a batch of Holy Medicine. Its owner had slept long enough...

It was time to wake up, right?

"I'm really curious. What exactly is the 'plan' that the high and mighty Hallmaster Dao insisted on discussing with me?"

On Qingyuan Mountain, the Divine Puppet fell to the ground and began to chat without any intention to resist.

Zhu Yike had tried his best.

He couldn't even escape this. Indeed, Qiongcang's plans were better than his.

Dao Qiongcang sat on Zhu Yike's soft and powerless chest. He did not care about the screams of the person below him and laughed.