Xuan Chen, the ancestor of alchemy who had lived for two thousand years, came down the mountain.
There is no spiritual stone, no apprentice, and only three rejuvenation pills that are about to expire in his pocket.
The down-and-out MCN boss Su Qing picked him up from the smelly ditch and asked him what he could do.
Xuan Chen looked at the acne on her chin: "This is a sign of stagnation of liver fire, which can be solved with a pill."
Su Qing was dubious, so she soaked half of the rejuvenation pill in water and hung it up in the live broadcast room.
Sold out in three seconds.
The entire network begged for the show to start airing.
The opposite MCN boss spent 500,000 yuan to buy the formula. Xuan Chen only glanced at his face: "You can't live for three years, what's the use of the money?"
Later, the whole Internet was asking: Who is the long-haired man wearing sportswear and making elixirs? !
Xuan Chen stood with his hands behind his back: "I, Xuan Chen, am a monk in the Tribulation Stage and am refining elixirs online. No credit will be given.
