If you can eat cultivation elixirs as food, wouldn't you soon be able to gain powerful power!
Zhao Yuan finally couldn't resist the temptation of eating the elixir as food and swallowed the red elixir.
"Are you okay?" Wan Linger stared at Zhao Yuan closely.
"It's okay, is there a problem?" Looking at Wan Ling'er's strange expression, Zhao Yuan felt inexplicably regretful.
"Strange, why is there no response?" Wan Ling'er touched his head, with a trace of doubt on his face.
"What reaction... ah... I... my stomach... hurts a little..." Zhao Yuan suddenly covered his stomach with one hand, glared at Wan Ling'er, and touched the edge of the bed with one hand.
"No, don't be nervous...Brother Yuan, don't be nervous..." Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan touching the edge of the bed, and his body bounced up as if being pricked by needles.
"What did you do?" Zhao Yuan already held the dagger in his hand, and his twisted face was full of murderous intent, extremely ferocious.
"Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, please don't be nervous, please, don't be nervous! I really didn't lie to you, it's not poisonous, it's really not poisonous!" Wan Ling'er looked at the dagger in Zhao Yuan's hand, and her heart skipped a beat. She had seen it before
Zhao Yuan's murderous side is truly killing without blinking an eye.
"My...why does my stomach hurt?" Zhao Yuan had beads of sweat as big as beans dripping from his face.
"You go to the toilet first and bring more paper. It will be fine in ten minutes."
"Why?" Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth hard, his face turned red from holding back.
"You go first, I will explain to you when I come back." Wan Ling'er urged.
"good……"
As soon as Zhao Yuan finished speaking, people rushed to the door.
"Get the paper!"
"oh……"
Zhao Yuan turned around, picked up the tissue, and rushed out of the room like a tornado.
"Hehe, it looks like it's working." Wan Ling'er danced around in her small room.
After half an hour, Zhao Yuan dragged his exhausted body back to the room. He fell onto the bed as soon as he entered the door, as if he had collapsed.
"Does your stomach still hurt?" Wan Ling'er asked with concern.
"It's very uncomfortable." Zhao Yuan glared at Wan Ling'er. He wanted to give Wan Ling'er a good beating, but now it was difficult for him to even move his fingers. Just now, he had already defecated in the toilet.
For an hour, almost all the internal organs were pulled out.
"Don't look at me with that look. That's because the elixir has worked, helping you rebuild a metabolic body function and speed up the elimination of toxins from the body. Through this detoxification, your body will be able to absorb spiritual energy more easily, and, the body
He will also become stronger and stronger..."
Wan Ling'er talked non-stop, vividly describing the effects of the elixir she refined, as if Zhao Yuan was about to attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven.
"Have you eaten it?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"I did not eat……"
"Why don't you eat it yourself?" Zhao Yuan moved for a moment, but was still weak.
"I'm a girl. It's embarrassing for a girl to have diarrhea. Besides, I already have spiritual energy, so I don't need to have diarrhea to detoxify. Hmm, I know, you are judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart!"
"Okay, you are a gentleman." Zhao Yuan was so weak that he felt as if there were thousands of ants biting him all over his body. He was too lazy to argue with Wan Ling'er who was arrogant. He closed his eyes and rested, hoping to regain his strength as soon as possible.
I don't like this helpless feeling.
"Zhao Yuan, I'm sorry. I just assure you that it's not poisonous, but I don't guarantee that you won't have diarrhea... Don't be angry, okay... Okay, okay, I'll massage your acupuncture points to activate blood circulation.
I'll make it up to you. If you don't say anything, it will be treated as if you agreed. Well, you agreed. Let's talk about it first. You are not allowed to be angry. Also, you can't hit me after you can move. Also, you are not allowed to use a knife in the future.
Facing me... you look so fierce with the knife... If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed. Yes, you do still have some manly demeanor. I admire the most elegant men... Okay, let's pull the hook and hang ourselves.
No change is allowed for a hundred years..."
Wan Ling'er didn't care whether Zhao Yuan agreed or not. After forcibly hooking up with Zhao Yuan, he took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed to help Zhao Yuan massage and activate his blood circulation.
Wan Ling'er tried her best to massage Zhao Yuan's blood and use her little spiritual energy without hesitation. The weak spiritual energy flowed through Zhao Yuan's limbs and bones, making him feel extremely comfortable.
Soon, Zhao Yuan fell asleep.
In his sleep, Zhao Yuan felt that two lines of spiritual energy were slowly flowing in his blood vessels. This flow caused an extremely wonderful interaction between Zhao Yuan's body cells.
The two streams of air were very patient and repaired Zhao Yuan's internal organs that were damaged due to diarrhea bit by bit.
Gradually, Zhao Yuan's body produced a weak reaction, as if some kind of latent power was aroused and poured into his body bit by bit.
Zhao Yuan himself didn't know it, but now he was a blessing in disguise. In the world of cultivation, everyone cherished his spiritual energy. Even his master only occasionally gave instructions on how to practice. Unless it was absolutely necessary to save someone, it was impossible to use spiritual energy to help people clear their meridians.
Condition.
Although Wan Ling'er's spiritual energy is weak, it is very precious to Zhao Yuan, or it is just right. If it were a cultivator with high magical power, Zhao Yuan's mortal body would not be able to bear it.
It was Wan Ling'er's weak spiritual energy that benefited him a lot.
Wan Ling'er himself didn't know that, in a daze, he accidentally detoxified Zhao Yuan from diarrhea and then dredged his meridians to relieve pain. This actually complied with the menstrual cleansing and marrow cutting in cultivation, and laid a solid foundation for Zhao Yuan.
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"Zhao Yuan, it's time to eat!"
"ah!"
Zhao Yuan woke up with a start, and just as he sat up, he realized that Wan Ling'er was lying on top of him and fell asleep, making a faint snorting sound.
"Zhao..."
When Zhao Yuan moved, Wan Ling'er also woke up. Wan Ling'er was about to stand up and call Zhao Yuan when Zhao Yuan suddenly turned over, pressed Wan Ling'er under him, and covered Wan Ling'er's mouth with one hand.
"Woooooooo..." Wan Ling'er looked at Zhao Yuan with a horrified look on his face, struggling desperately with his limbs.
"There's someone outside." Zhao Yuan firmly suppressed Wan Ling'er, who was struggling.
"Dong dong dong..."
"Xiao Zhao, it's time for dinner." Seeing Zhao Yuan's room unresponsive from outside, he knocked on the door.
"Well, I'll come as soon as I can get dressed." Zhao Yuan replied.
"Hurry up, my wife will come to the east courtyard later."
"OK."
There was a sound of leaving footsteps outside.
Zhao Yuan's tense body slowly relaxed, and he was shocked to realize that he was still covering Wan Ling'er's mouth. The frightened Wan Ling'er looked at him angrily, and Zhao Yuan quickly let go of his hand.
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"You... you go down... it hurts me so much." Wan Ling'er's ears turned red, and her snow-white neck was also pink. She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at Zhao Yuan.
"Sorry, I was afraid you would make a sound just now." Zhao Yuan was startled, and then he realized that he was actually pressing on Wan Ling'er's plump and delicate body. Zhao Yuan seemed to be pricked by a needle, and he suddenly bounced up, but he used too much force.
, and fell under the bed.
"Pfft... why are you in such a hurry!" Seeing Zhao Yuan's embarrassed look, Wan Ling'er sat up with a smile as bright as a flower.
"I'm going out to eat. You stay in the room and sneak out when there's no one outside." Looking at Wan Ling'er's charming face, Zhao Yuan's heart beat wildly and he didn't dare to talk to Wan Ling'er.
Eye to eye.
"Why sneak out! Humph, I'm not a thief. By the way, I'm looking for you at two in the morning. Don't close the door."
"Why are you looking for me at two o'clock in the morning?" Zhao Yuan's heart tightened.
"You'll know when the time comes." Wan Ling'er's face turned red and she lowered her head.
Find me at two o'clock in the morning.
Find me at two o'clock in the morning.
Find me at two o'clock in the morning...
…
Zhao Yuan lowered his head and rushed out, mumbling incessantly, but he couldn't help but picture Wan Ling'er's shy face in his mind.
What is she looking for me for?
What is she looking for me for?
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