Jun Wuxie glanced at him, picked up his bottle of medicine and shook it in front of the old man.

"I'm worthy of it myself."

The little old man almost glared out his eyes.

This medicine was actually matched by this little devil himself? How is this possible!

"I can't use these things for you, so I'll leave." Jun Wuxie really didn't have the heart to chat with this strange old man in ancient times. After throwing his hand at the bottle of medicine to the old man, Jun Wuxie raised his foot and wanted to leave.

The little old man steadily caught the medicine bottle, but stood there in a daze, only watching Jun Wuxie's back as he was about to disappear.

Suddenly, a rapid footsteps came from the forest. The old man who was stunned in the spot suddenly restrained the surprise on his face and looked deep at a man who was rushing from the forest.

"Sir, why are you going down the mountain again?" The man felt helpless when he saw the old man's eyes.

The old man carefully put Jun Wuxie's medicine bottle in his arms, turned to look at the man and said, "What? I can't go out for a walk? Besides, I just went down to the hillside and didn't leave Fuyao Mountain, why are you panic?"

The man took advantage of this, but his eyes couldn't help but swept to the medicine bottles scattered all over the floor.

"Sir, are you... coming out to test the medicine again?" the man asked cautiously.

The little old man's face froze and his face suddenly became tense.

"You need to talk too much about my business?"

"yes!"

"Put it all away for me, hurry up!" The old man felt his face burning when he thought that Jun Wuxie had criticized his "superior works" before.

"By the way, the Gods Fight Conference is about to begin. There are more people coming and going in Fuyao Mountain, and there are more dishonest people. You asked them to restrain me a little. The creatures on and off Fuyao Mountain belong to me. Let the people in the Nine Palaces and Twelve Palaces be more careful. They want to torment theirs, don't spare my peace, and there is also! Go and throw the bastard who hurt Xiaohua out of Fuyao Mountain." The little old man frowned.

"Is Xiaohua injured?" The man's face showed a little surprise. He just turned his head to check the situation of the sika deer, but found that the sika deer could stand with confidence and had already walked in front of them.

"Sir... it seems that it is not injured in Xiaohua..."

"How is it possible? I obviously have my own eyes..." The old man wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he saw the refreshing sika deer standing in front of him. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his eyes looked at the healed wound of the sika deer's ankle.

He clearly saw that the wound was still bleeding.

"It's this medicine." The old man suddenly thought of something, "Damn it! It's all you bad things! I'm going to 'invite' that little brother to have tea!"

The man was scolded for no reason, but he didn't know what to do.

The old man stood there and thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did the little ghosts in the Twelve Palaces say that they would hold a God-fighting Conference in a few days?"

"yes!"

"Oh, then all the people who have been up the mountain these days have come to attend the conference?"

"That's right."

"Okay, go and tell them and postpone the time of the Gods' Fighting Conference until half a month later." The little old man suddenly spoke a shocking word.

"ah?"
Chapter completed!