Murong Feixue frowned, Mo Zishang's words were ambiguous, why did he feel so unfamiliar?
Mo Zishang glanced at Murong Feixue, lowered his head and furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Junior sister, I just woke up from a serious injury, and I'm not in good spirits right now. If there's nothing wrong with you, I'll rest first."
Having already talked about this, Murong Feixue naturally understood the situation and had no choice but to say: "Senior brother, have a good rest. I will come see you later."
With the sound of Murong Feixue closing the door, the indifference on Mo Zishang's face faded little by little. He gently placed the teacup that Murong Feixue had just handed him on the small table beside the bed, but looked at it for a long time.
Holding the tea cup for a long time, Mo Zishang sighed and whispered: "Love Tribulation."
Shen Nong looked at Murong Feixue, who was already a bit irritated, and scratched his hair helplessly: "What's the use of asking me about this kind of thing? Why is your senior brother so cold all of a sudden? You ask him!"
Murong Feixue had a sad face: "If I could ask Senior Brother why would I come to ask you?"
"Then ask Fuxi!" Shennong said impatiently, waving his hand in the direction of Murong Feixue: "Anyway, don't come and ask me. My medicine stove hasn't been back for so long, and you messed it up as soon as I came back. It's really
I'm busy sorting it out!" Shen Nong couldn't help but feel distressed when he thought about it. At that time, he was in a hurry to save Mo Zishang, but Murong Feixue picked up the medicine and turned over one piece at a time, and found out that the useful ones were all piled up in a mess.
These are rare medicinal materials!
"Can I ask Fuxi?" After hearing Shennong's perfunctory words, Murong Feixue raised her head and stared at Shennong: "Are you really not going to help?"
Shen Nong looked at Murong Feixue's appearance and asked warily: "What do you want to do?"
"Humph." Murong Feixue snorted, took out a small gray bottle from the tail - it was obtained from Fuxi - and waved it in front of Shennong: "Ou, the master of the Chengxi Hall of Qingyun Academy,
Basang’s Soul-Forgetting Pill.”
As soon as Shennong saw the small bottle, the smile on his face became more flattering: "Oh Feixue, what's our relationship? I just want to find out what Mo Zishang thinks~ Don't worry, I will definitely get it for you.
Here's the information!" As he said that, Shennong stretched out his hand to grab the Soul-forgetting Pill in Murong Feixue's hand.
It was so easy for Shen Nong to grab Murong Feixue. He turned his backhand and took a step back. Shennong forcefully dropped the place where Murong Feixue was originally standing! Murong Feixue slowly poured out a pill from a small gray bottle.
, protected it with spiritual power to prevent the spiritual power in the medicine from dissipating, and gently placed it in front of Shennong——
"Now, this is the deposit. I will give you everything after you know the truth of the matter."
When Shennong hurriedly used his spiritual power to take the Soul-forgetting Pill, Murong Feixue had already disappeared, leaving Shennong alone to complain: "You know how to squeeze my labor force!"
Shennong studied the soul-forgetting pill left by Obasan all night. The next day when the rooster crowed, the obsessed Shennong was awakened and reminded that he still needed to go to Mo Zishang to talk.
When he arrived at the door of the room where Mo Zishang was sleeping, Shen Nong hesitated for a long time, which made Mo Zishang inside couldn't help but ask softly: "Who is outside?"
Shennong opened the door awkwardly: "It's me."
After a day of training, Mo Zishang, combined with his own cultivation and Shen Nong's always using the best medicine, could no longer see that he was seriously injured. He sat at the table and cupped his hands: "Emperor Shen Nong, thank you for saving your life."
Murong Feixue frowned, Mo Zishang's words were ambiguous, why did he feel so unfamiliar?
Mo Zishang glanced at Murong Feixue, lowered his head and furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Junior sister, I just woke up from a serious injury, and I'm not in good spirits right now. If there's nothing wrong with you, I'll rest first."
Having already talked about this, Murong Feixue naturally understood the situation and had no choice but to say: "Senior brother, have a good rest. I will come see you later."
With the sound of Murong Feixue closing the door, the indifference on Mo Zishang's face faded little by little. He gently placed the teacup that Murong Feixue had just handed him on the small table beside the bed, but looked at it for a long time.
Holding the tea cup for a long time, Mo Zishang sighed and whispered: "Love Tribulation."
Shen Nong looked at Murong Feixue, who was already a bit irritated, and scratched his hair helplessly: "What's the use of asking me about this kind of thing? Why is your senior brother so cold all of a sudden? You ask him!"
Murong Feixue had a sad face: "If I could ask Senior Brother why would I come to ask you?"
