Adorable Beasts: The Peerless Demon Girl

An Wan never expected to hear these truths that she didn't know from the old pharmacist.

She simply couldn't accept it for the moment, as if a wound that had never been callused was being ripped open again.

But the old pharmacist insisted on opening her wounds.

"I know you must be upset, and if I tell you the truth you will be even more upset."

"But even so, I think you won't blame me for telling you the truth."

An Wan's lips were trembling. Sharp pains were coming from every part of her body, resonating through her body and brain. Every nerve was filled with pain.

But she met the old pharmacist's gaze and nodded with difficulty.

It would be fine if she didn't know about this.

But if I knew about this matter by chance.

If she finds out that her father and the others have been hiding things from her, she might feel resentful.

"Humph, I said that even though that kid is good at being an emperor, he may not be able to take care of a baby."

"A good child was brought up like this."

"Okay, the dead cannot be resurrected, but I allow you to cry for three days and three nights."

"I won't teach you anything in these three days and three nights, go and cry."

"Cry it out as much as you can."

"You are only a few years old. Even if we have to race against time to make medicine to save lives, it won't be your turn. We are not dead yet."

The old pharmacist waved his hand, found a place, and took out his medicine furnace.

An Wan's face was cold.

She wanted to say that she didn't need to cry, as she had already cried, and the most important thing was to seize the time and learn how to become a spiritual pharmacist.

But I didn't expect that when I reached out to touch her, her cheeks were already covered with tears.

Tears kept flowing out of his eyes.

I can't stop it.

An Wan slowly squatted down, holding onto the door.

Tears fell to the ground one by one, and breathing became difficult.

The crying was silent, and the old pharmacist pretended that he could neither see nor hear anything.

A good child has been tormented into this state by this world.

A hint of genuine heartache also appeared on his stern face.

The communication jade became extremely hot at this time.

The old pharmacist glanced at An Wan who was crying silently, then walked out and yelled at Ling Yu, "What's the hurry?"

"Didn't I tell you that I would tell you on my own initiative? Why are you always urging me to do something instead of assisting Emperor An?"

The way he scowled was very intimidating.

Fortunately, the other side can’t see it.

But soon, the voice that came from the other side was not that of his apprentice, but that of Emperor An.

An Di's voice sounded tired, but he was still very respectful to the old pharmacist.

You have to know that when he was a teenager, Pharmacist Wu was still a half-baked guy. When he encountered problems, he could only ask his teacher to rescue Master Lin who was always getting into trouble and Emperor An who was always getting injured.

"Teacher." Emperor An also called him teacher.

After all, when Emperor An was young, he also had the idea that it would be a good idea to become a spiritual pharmacist.

After studying with the old pharmacist for a period of time, he was called "a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved" by the old pharmacist. Finally, the old pharmacist could no longer bear it and was unwilling to teach him anymore.

But the title of teacher has continued to exist.

"How is Xiaowan?"

If Emperor An was not really too busy to spare, he would have returned to the palace to find An Wan long ago.

"I'm not at home, and Xiaowan also needs someone to guide her. You..."

Before he could finish his words, the old pharmacist interrupted him and said, "Come on, your mentor who is like your father died in front of you. It's such a big blow, can it disappear with just a few words from you?"

Emperor Andy was silent.

He himself knew that such an idea was not realistic.

Seeing that he had calmed down, the old pharmacist finally sighed.

"You are Emperor An now. The lives of many people depend on you."

"No one can accuse you of failing to take care of your little daughter. You can't have your cake and eat it too. Look at it more positively. Many people are counting on you to survive."

"I will take good care of Xiao Wan. My old bones can still hold on. It's not time for me to die yet."

"Let that brat behave himself and stop yelling about how she's a genius. He wants to come and teach her in person, but can he teach her well?"

A person who is strong himself may not be good at teaching others.

The old pharmacist is a great person himself, but he is also an even better teacher.

There has never been a bad talent under his command, except for someone like Emperor An who really has no talent at all.

Emperor An: "With you by her side, I am not worried about Xiaowan's safety. However, I am afraid that Xiaowan will become a different person if this continues for a long time. Is there really no other way?"

"How can there be no solution?"

"Your Xiaowan has a special status and identity. I think she has no friends and no peers she can play well with."

"The old man really told you that sometimes, to open people's hearts, you have to rely on your closest friends. Parents and elders will all bring pressure to them. On the contrary, if someone who is equally young or even better than her appears, he can lead her on the road, and this may help her untie the knot in her heart."

"Okay, the knot in your heart is not the most important thing."

"The most important thing now is the beast tide. If the beast tide is not resolved, we will have no tomorrow. Why are you still making trouble? Isn't that just being pretentious?"

Emperor An was convinced.

The two chatted for a while.

When the old pharmacist returned, An Wan was no longer standing there.

But she didn't cry either.

The old pharmacist raised an eyebrow.

He had said he wasn't going to teach her anything in the first three days.

You can cry as much as you want.

But An Wan had already taken out her medicine cauldron.

She began to practice refining blood clotting powder.

An Wan is still the same An Wan.

Even though I was very sad, I felt like I was going to faint at the next moment.

But she still felt that she couldn't waste time crying.

While she was crying, she didn't know how many people died on the battlefield because there was not enough medicine to distribute.

Thinking of this, An Wan's hands moved even faster.

The old pharmacist sat down aside.

He said he would not teach in the first three days, otherwise these guys would not take his words seriously.

But slowly.

As An Wan skillfully began to control the fire and condense the potion, his expression became solemn.

He went from sitting at the beginning to standing up with his back straight.

A pair of eyes widened.

An Wan immersed herself in the medicine cauldron, trying her best not to think about Master Lin.

When it is halfway through solidification.

Suddenly I felt a piercing gaze.

She couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

Turn around and take a look.

She was startled and saw that the old pharmacist was almost sticking to her back.

He leaned forward and stared at the various elixirs rolling in the medicine cauldron.

"you……"

"Hush!" The old pharmacist said solemnly, "Focus! Keep practicing!"

An Wan was startled and immediately shut her mouth, devoting herself to the medicine cauldron again.

The old pharmacist looked at An Wan in front of him with a complicated expression.

What that damn kid said was actually true?

You've only been learning this for seven days?

He actually met a real genius?

This talent is not inferior to the current best pharmacist Wu.

No.

Maybe even stronger than him.

The old pharmacist has begun to rub his hands unconsciously.

What is that old guy An Di doing?

You should have said so earlier if you had such a high talent.

What a pity! What a pity!

The old pharmacist really regretted it, even though An Wan is very young now.

But if he had started refining medicine earlier.

Maybe An Wan can really save Master Lin.

At least he could delay it until he found his stupid apprentice.

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

Wait for An Wan to prepare the blood coagulation powder.

When I plan to continue practicing.

But the old pharmacist grabbed his wrist.

"What's so good about refining blood clotting powder?" The old pharmacist's face fell.

An Wan was a little confused, "But I only know how to make this."

"I'll teach you!" the old pharmacist vowed.

An Wan: “…” But that’s not what he said just now.

But An Wan wouldn't be stupid enough to expose him.

When someone taught her, she naturally accepted it all.

And sure enough, the old pharmacist did not disappoint An Wan.

He taught something.

It is more complicated and obscure than what the previous pharmacists taught, but!

It is precisely such complicated and obscure theories of alchemy, but after being explained by the old pharmacist, they are actually easier to understand than the simplest common sense told by those spiritual pharmacists.

While learning, An Wan praised from the bottom of her heart: "Teacher, you are really amazing. I understand it as soon as you explain it."

The old pharmacist also discovered that An Wan was a very smart kid!

In fact, many people who have learned something well are not particularly talented in it. The key is the smartness of being able to understand things at once. However, if you want to master it, you need a very high talent. After all, learning well and learning thoroughly are two different things.

But exactly!

An Wan has both.

He had often heard that brat Master Lin praise his only student to the highest heavens and on earth. He thought that the boy just loved An Wan and was exaggerating.

Now that I think about it.

It’s not an exaggeration at all!

The old man, who had been serious and stern all his life, was feeling mixed emotions at the moment, but he couldn't help but say, "You are extremely talented in alchemy, and you have a sense of initiative. You are a very good student, better than Xiao Wu."

He clearly meant what he said.

But unexpectedly, An Wan lowered her head instead.

The old pharmacist was puzzled, "What's the matter? Are you not happy about the praise?"

An Wan said softly: "You don't have to comfort me or praise me deliberately. I know that I have some abilities. I'm not too stupid, but I'm also quite ordinary."

"Teacher...Teacher Lin also often praises me."

The old pharmacist brushed off his sleeves and said, "How can I be the same as him? What I said is true! Why would I lie to you?"

An Wan looked helpless, "Okay, what you said is true."

"Teacher, let's continue learning."

It was obvious that he didn't take the old pharmacist's words to heart.

The old pharmacist felt helpless.

But time is precious, one is eager to learn and the other can teach.

The two of them plunged into the ocean of various spiritual medicines.

If the servants hadn't called them, these two would have eaten all their flesh before they remembered to eat.

As the teaching became more in-depth, the old pharmacist found that the difficulty increased, but for An Wan, it was still very easy to understand.

An Wan not only learns quickly.

Still working hard.

Others work hard, but she risks her life. However, the old pharmacist likes children who work hard like this. After all, most geniuses are a little arrogant, and it is extremely difficult to ask them to work hard. They know very well how to be lazy reasonably.

He was even more delighted.

Even the look in his eyes when he looked at An Wan was filled with a hint of kind smile.

Pharmacist Wu finally found some time after half a year and came back.

Just arrived at the underground palace.

Then she saw her teacher looking at An Wan with a very disgusting look.

"Xiao Wan."

"You've worked hard refining medicine during this period."

He always hated the teacher who whipped him from behind and told him to study hard.

The old face smiled like a flower, "Why are you working so hard, kid?"

"Why don't we take a break?"

The sound is like honey.

After hearing this, Pharmacist Wu wished he could cut off his ears and wash them carefully!