"Glad you know." Mu Qingge smiled and nodded.
Lian Qiao raised her eyes to look at her, eyes full of suppressed questioning: "When exactly do you plan to avenge him? When will you fulfill your promise to me?"
"Promise to you? To refine you into a Poison Pill?" Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow and asked.
Lian Qiao pursed her lips, her hatred never willing to be let go.
Of course, Mu Qingge didn't expect her to let go, but she didn't want her to just throw her life away.
"I won't refine you into a Poison Pill." Mu Qingge said directly.
Lian Qiao sneered, "With your current Holy Level Alchemist skills, you can't refine me, the Supreme Pill King, into an Unparalleled Poison Pill."
This was a taunt!
Mu Qingge's lips curled slightly, not responding.
