"Wan'er kowtows to you."

The little maid named Wan'er kowtowed vigorously.

But no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't make a sound.

I don't feel any pain either.

Every time she kowtows, it feels like she is kowtowing on an air mattress, with no pain or sound.

Chen Yang touched his forehead with a headache, raised his hand, and the air mattress originally resting on Wan'er's head supported her to stand up.

"What did you say your name was?"

Wan'er said in a low voice: "The slave's surname is Chen, which is the same as the enshrined master, and the nickname is Wan'er."

When she mentioned the same surname as Chen Yang, Wan'er showed a happy expression, and then said in a panic again: "If the worshiper doesn't like it, you can change your name. You can call it anything you want, and you can do whatever you want. Please don't rush me."

Wan'er goes."

"Chen Wan?"

Chen Yang thought for a moment and closed his eyes slightly.

He had no intention of delving into the real reason why Chen Wan did not dare to go back, and the tragic end that Chen Wan would face if she went back and was sold somewhere...

Chen Yang has no control over these things and doesn't want to know.

Everyone in the world is suffering, everyone in the world is suffering.

There are always thousands of similar misfortunes happening constantly in thousands of places and on thousands of people.

Everyone, including Chen Yang himself, is no exception among these thousands of people, and it is not worth making a fuss about.

Chen Yang was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "In that case, you can stay. Tomorrow, you can go to Mr. Yu to go through the formalities and see my maid. If there is any treatment, you can take back what's yours.

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Chen Wan breathed a sigh of relief and finally showed a real smile.

There were scars on her face and neck, but her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming. Those scars did not reduce the color, but made her look more plain.

"Your Majesty, no, Master. What should Wan'er do?"

Chen Wan asked expectantly.

Chen Yang felt his head hurt even more.

He waved his hand and said, "Let me ask Mr. Yu for advice tomorrow. Give him a message for me. Don't teach him any nonsense. I'm not interested."

Chen Wan nodded in understanding.

"Now you go down. It's time to wash up and rest. You can choose whichever room you like."

After Chen Yang finished speaking, the maid Chen Wan obediently withdrew.

As soon as she left, Chen Yang waved his sleeves, and the door to the lobby that had been open slammed shut.

With another wave of his sleeve, the five-blessed boy flew out of his body, giggling and wandering around the entire hall, lighting up the red butter candles.

The copper elixir furnace, illuminated by the flickering firelight, still looks so ordinary.

Chen Yang stepped forward, sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, and stamped it with his palm.

With the help of Wufu Boy, spiritual energy of various attributes washed away one by one.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and the five elements of aura have no response;

The Yin Demon Sect’s Yin Demon Qi doesn’t matter at all;

The aura without attributes is as if you are unaware of it.

Chen Yang took turns using all the techniques he knew, including the blood refining technique that Qiu Jiansheng used to sacrifice swords, and Chen Yang tried them all.

All invalid.

After Chen Yang struggled, half of the butter and red candles were burned, and the flames flickered more solidly, making the shadow of the copper elixir furnace sway, as if he was mocking: "Just come, if you react, I will lose."

"Hmph, sign!"

Chen Yang smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm so stupid, really."

"If it is really a weapon that has been passed down for more than ten thousand years."

"How could it be possible to react under the influence of any spiritual power?"

"As long as this is possible, it will not be hidden underground."
Chapter completed!