Protector of the Country Dragon Emperor

"what? What?"

"Chen Yan is...the devil?"

Zeng Qianqian's eyes finally returned to their original position, staring wide.

Ever since the legend of the Demon King spread across the land of Jiangzhou, she had fantasized about one day getting to know this mysterious hero, and even set up many encounter scenarios in her mind, but unfortunately she never had the opportunity to meet him.

As a result, her grandfather told her that the devil was the college classmate she once despised the most.

It's really better than a Hollywood movie.

"Grandpa, you're not particularly old. Why are you being deceived by that guy? He's a general and a devil. I don't believe it. He's just a licking dog from an orphanage. Now he’s an even more annoying liar!”

Zeng Guofu sighed and shook his head, too lazy to say anything else.

Anyway, there is absolutely no possibility between his granddaughter and Chen Yan.

……

in the room.

When Chen Yan saw Miss San, he found that she was actually writing calligraphy.

The word is like its person.

Her calligraphy is graceful and elegant, and her frame is slender. The whole article looks very comfortable and eye-catching, like looking at a neatly printed calligraphy and painting.

"Good word!"

After the third lady finished writing a poem about Liangzhou in one breath, Chen Yan said with a smile.

The third young lady was wearing a long white dress today, and her hair was like ink, which was in line with the artistic conception of writing now. She gently put down the brush, looked up at Chen Yan, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "You also know how to write?"

Chen Yan smiled casually: "What age are we in now? Nine-year education has been available for decades, and you won't be able to find many people who can't write."

The third lady laughed out loud.

That expression was like talking about falling in love with a cow.

He said casually: "Then tell me, what's so good about my word?"

Chen Yan chuckled: "Your handwriting is just a good-looking imitation, every stroke is regular, and there is no overstep. However, your writing is like a tiger painting. Your handwriting is good-looking, but it has no soul."

The third lady was unhappy and actually said her words had no soul.

"You are said to be fat and you are out of breath, but you can still see the soul of words? So you are a master of words? How many words can you write!"

Chen Yan shook his head: "It's better to forget it, I'll have a baby today."

The third lady insisted on letting him write it.

"Okay, let's write a few."

Chen Yan had no choice but to ask him to come with a purpose and to ask her to look for Jiuqu Tianxiang. He immediately picked up a piece of white paper and placed it on the table.

The third lady has an illusion.

The moment Chen Yan picked up his pen and closed his eyes, he seemed to have become a profound literary master, with an air of erudition and talent about him.

next second.

I saw him suddenly open his eyes.

There was an aura as sharp as a sword on his body.

"Why...are you still using it like this?"

The third lady was stunned for a moment, and then she saw the pen in Chen Yan's hand, which was suddenly pointed on the paper. Then the pen moved like a dragon, and its momentum penetrated the paper, becoming more and more fierce.

In the blink of an eye, write the next text.

The content is exactly the same as what the third lady wrote before.

The third lady looked at what he had written and didn't take it seriously at first. The whole length of the text felt a bit messy and incomparable with her own article. But then when she looked at each word carefully, something was different.

Words are like life.

Every word written by Chen Yan is like a man with great fighting power. He has a unique momentum. Every stroke is made of iron and silver hook, as if someone is practicing sword practice. After reading every word, read the whole article again. , the feeling was different again.

It looked a bit chaotic before, but now it seems to be natural.

soul!

The third lady finally understood what Chen Yan meant when he said there was no soul.

Compared with his handwriting, my own handwriting feels mediocre no matter how I look at it.

So angry.

She has always been proud of her calligraphy. She feels that her calligraphy has reached the level of master. Even if it is not a master, it is a quasi-master. But people tell you that you are only in the second grade of elementary school at most.

"Miss Third, you're showing off your shame!" Chen Yan put down his pen and said with a smile.

When the third lady heard this, she felt it was ironic.

If you call it ugly, what should I call it?

But she snorted coldly: "It's really a show of embarrassment. Your characters are as messy as an octopus. Don't write anymore. It's embarrassing."

Chen Yan smiled and said nothing.

The woman's expression just now said it all.

What a tough-tongued guy!

"Let's get down to business!" The third lady took away the two pieces of paper with writing on them. She couldn't see them, but she was really reluctant to tear them up. "I plan to open a pill shop, but I need a high level. High-quality elixir! Don't say that your elixir is refined by others. I know that your elixir refining level is not low. Do you want to cooperate?"

Chen Yan asked: "How to cooperate?"

The third lady said: "The first option is to give you a share. I will provide the medicinal materials, and you will work hard to refine the elixirs. All the elixirs will be sold by me, and you will receive [-]% of the income from the elixirs."

"What about the second?"

"Be my special alchemist and I'll give you 100 billion a year. I won't refuse anyone who comes."

The price of the second type is already very high, but the saying that everyone who comes comes is too nonsense. It is no different from selling oneself. It is only 100 billion, and he will not sell himself for it.

Besides, he has no shortage of money.

Chen Yan smiled and said: "It is inevitable that alchemy will fail sometimes. The second method may make me passive and slow down, which is not suitable; the first method is a bit troublesome. I don't know how much it sold!"

"With a villain's heart, could I still lie to you?"

"When doing business, it's best to be on the safe side and base it on fairness for everyone. Otherwise, it won't last long. How about this? I'll take [-]% of the refined elixir."

"What do you want the elixir for?"

"I can also sell it!"

Chen Yan's idea is that Longya is short of elixirs.

Originally, he planned to activate the power of dragon teeth, search for elixirs, and then refine the elixirs himself, and cooperate with the team members' merits in exchange for the elixirs.

Now, the third lady is simply dozing off and giving her a pillow.

Based on his elixir success rate, he should be able to get about half of the elixirs. If he loses his temper and fails a few more times, he will be left with even more elixirs.

The third lady persisted and finally agreed to this deal.

Later, Chen Yan asked about Jiuqu Tianxiang.

The third young lady thought for a while and said: "Nine Songs Tianxiang, I seem to have some impression. By the way, there seems to be the thing you want on the Xueling Peak on Yuankong Island. However, the Xueling Peak belongs to the realm of the Ice and Snow Palace. You It’s a bit difficult to get the Nine-Tune Heavenly Incense. The Ice and Snow Palace does not allow men to enter the mountain gate, and Xueling Peak is a forbidden area for them.”

Chen Yan wrote down the name Xue Lingfeng.

Nine thousand years old is related to the healthy and stable development of Yanhuang, and a mere ice and snow palace cannot stop it.

On the contrary, the identity of the third young lady seemed to be highlighted.

"The third lady is also from Yuankong Island, right?" Chen Yan asked.

But she smiled and shook her head: "You guessed it wrong. I am not from Yuankong Island, but I often go to Yuankong Island. I have business there."