Duan Anchun nodded, then looked around, and finally took out a bag from his pocket: "Mr. Jiang, eat something, the air-dried bacon. The taste may be almost the same, but it can make your stomach!"

In fact, Jiang Feng would not starve to death if he did not eat. He had already reached the stage of fasting. However, in order to appease Duan Anchun, Jiang Feng still took it and ate two bites.

"Haha, who said the taste is bad? This taste is quite good!"

Duan Anchun immediately laughed.

As a result, a disdainful voice came from beside him: "Idiot! There are also people who eat meat. It seems that your cultivation is very poor!"

The one who spoke was the maid Xiaohe.

Song Yueshu next to him took out a millet essence pill, put it in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Hehe, meat, vegetables, grains, but there is a lot of turbid air! If you use it frequently, your body will inevitably be polluted. It is difficult to feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth!"

"How many people are really powerful people who are greedy for this desire? Have you given up your realm for a little desire? I really don't know, you are an idiot or a fool!"

The people next to them also laughed: "Haha, Mr. Song, this kid is just a trash. You say this to be a glamorous look for the blind man, haha... People like to eat, you can't control it, right?"

"Looking at the way this guy looks, he's like a tuberculosis. I think... I haven't been alive for a long time, right?"

These people sneered loudly, but... Jiang Feng didn't feel anything.

For Jiang Feng, the sarcastic words of these people are like barking dogs.

His own realm has exceeded these people for countless levels, and both sides are not in the same plane at all.

If Jiang Feng still cares about these people, it would be like being provoked by ants. You insist on having a fight with ants with your shirtless, and you are bored.

Seeing that Jiang Feng had no response or refutation to his words, these people also felt bored as they spoke.

As for a quarrel... you have to have an opponent to quarrel. Without an opponent, you will be bored with the air and you will be out of energy after scolding for a while.

When everyone stopped and stopped paying attention to Jiang Feng, Cheng Xiayan slowly walked over.

Duan Anchun immediately asked nervously: "This... fairy, do you... have you given instructions?"

Cheng Xiayan smiled and shook her head, then took out two small bottles and handed them to Duan Anchun: "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you the reward I promised to give you first. Then... I am a little sorry for implicating this gentleman, so I will treat it as an apology."

When Duan Anchun heard this, he quickly took the thing from Cheng Xiayan's hand, and then said in surprise: "Thank you, thank you fairy, thank you fairy."

While saying that, Duan Anchun stuffed a bottle into Jiang Feng's hand: "Mr. Jiang quickly accept it."

Jiang Feng looked at the bottle in his hand, then looked at Cheng Xiayan, nodded and said, "Thank you!"

Unplug the bottle and Jiang Feng poured out a millet essence pill.

This Mizu Jing Pill looks very small, but it is the same size as peanuts. Speaking of which, this thing has been mentioned several times.

I don't know what it's useful.

Danwan looks quite ordinary, but... it is covered with beeswax on the outside.

Jiang Feng frowned immediately.

As a master of alchemists, Jiang Feng has a deep understanding of elixirs.

Generally speaking, if you want to maintain the effect of the medicine, you just need to seal the mouth with a porcelain bottle. There is no need to do this more, right?

Why do people here like such a troublesome program?
Chapter completed!