Feng Zhuyue was in a coma and struggled desperately. Seeing the kind figure falling in, her heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something, and it hurt so much that it was hard to breathe.
At this time, Feng Zhuyue was lying on a big bed made of a big tree, with countless herbs and precious plants placed beside her, and beside her was a white-haired little old man, sloppy, boiling medicine.
He looked at Feng Zhuyue, who was still frowning in pain while lying on the bed, and raised her mouth in dissatisfaction: "So you are not dead yet!"
Qiuqiu was sitting next to Feng Zhuyue, staring at the old man with his eyes fiercely. When he heard his words, he wanted to go forward and tear him!
The little old man stared at Qiuqiu, while still fiddling with his own medicine. In front of him was a big jar, with many strange herbs and five poisons in it, and the waist was that one.
A disgusting green with blueness.
The little old man ignored Qiuqiu's glaring, walked to the big bed of the branch, easily picked up Feng Zhuyue, who was unconscious with one hand and was seriously injured, and directly threw her into the big tank without any pity.
Feng Zhuyue, who was in a coma, groaned muffled.
Qiuqiu widened his eyes, his little claws waving in the air, trying to pounce on him like the little old man.
"If you have such a bad attitude, I won't save her."
The little old man stared at the ball, and his messy hair had already been beaten into a ball.
Qiuqiu was about to get angry, but after hearing the old man's words, he still put away his claws unwillingly, and still signaled "Bao" twice, indicating that the old man's attitude was not gentle.
Feng Zhuyue was soaked in the medicine bath, and a strange and unpleasant smell lingered in Feng Zhuyue's heart. The taste was several times more irritating than chemicals.
Feng Zhuyue woke up slowly under the torture, and what caught her eye was a sloppy old man.
When the old man saw Feng Zhuyue really woke up, he was depressed and glared at him: "You are really awake!"
The old man's depressed look was like taking explosives. He really didn't like saving people. However, he bet with someone back then that he had to refine a strange medicine before he could get out of the valley, but he was naturally quirky, so he refined it.
The magic pill is hard to find in the world, but he can't bear to save his magic pill. Even if a person dies in front of him, he will not be disdain to use his magic pill.
Rescuing Feng Zhuyue was a complete accident.
Back then, the man also saw his ruthlessness and was reluctant to give up the magic pill, so the two made an agreement that if someone accidentally broke into this place in the future and did not die, he would definitely save him!
The old man agreed at that time, because almost no one could live there when the miasma he created, until the little girl was so life-threatening that she was seriously injured and had not died yet!
This shows the tenacity of this little girl's vitality.
Feng Zhuyue pulled the corner of her mouth in front of her, and looked at her position. She couldn't move, but it was not until the little old man was saving her.
"Senior, I'm not dead. Thank you for your life-saving kindness."
Seeing that Feng Zhuyue was not dead, the old man was dissatisfied and shouted: "I don't want to save you. Now I can't save you in vain. I've wasted my medicinal materials. I don't care, you have to compensate me!"
Feng Zhuyue was sweating coldly on her forehead, but she was very weak now, and she could see that this little old man was either a bad person or a little stubborn. "No... don't..."
Feng Zhuyue was in a coma and struggled desperately. Seeing the kind figure falling in, her heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something, and it hurt so much that it was hard to breathe.
At this time, Feng Zhuyue was lying on a big bed made of a big tree, with countless herbs and precious plants placed beside her, and beside her was a white-haired little old man, sloppy, boiling medicine.
He looked at Feng Zhuyue, who was still frowning in pain while lying on the bed, and raised her mouth in dissatisfaction: "So you are not dead yet!"
Qiuqiu was sitting next to Feng Zhuyue, staring at the old man with his eyes fiercely. When he heard his words, he wanted to go forward and tear him!
The little old man stared at Qiuqiu, while still fiddling with his own medicine. In front of him was a big jar, with many strange herbs and five poisons in it, and the waist was that one.
A disgusting green with blueness.
The little old man ignored Qiuqiu's glaring, walked to the big bed of the branch, easily picked up Feng Zhuyue, who was unconscious with one hand and was seriously injured, and directly threw her into the big tank without any pity.
Feng Zhuyue, who was in a coma, groaned muffled.
Qiuqiu widened his eyes, his little claws waving in the air, trying to pounce on him like the little old man.
"If you have such a bad attitude, I won't save her."
The little old man stared at the ball, and his messy hair had already been beaten into a ball.
Qiuqiu was about to get angry, but after hearing the old man's words, he still put away his claws unwillingly, and still signaled "Bao" twice, indicating that the old man's attitude was not gentle.
Feng Zhuyue was soaked in the medicine bath, and a strange and unpleasant smell lingered in Feng Zhuyue's heart. The taste was several times more irritating than chemicals.
Feng Zhuyue woke up slowly under the torture, and what caught her eye was a sloppy old man.
When the old man saw Feng Zhuyue really woke up, he was depressed and glared at him: "You are really awake!"
The old man's depressed look was like taking explosives. He really didn't like saving people. However, he bet with someone back then that he had to refine a strange medicine before he could get out of the valley, but he was naturally quirky, so he refined it.
The magic pill is hard to find in the world, but he can't bear to save his magic pill. Even if a person dies in front of him, he will not be disdain to use his magic pill.
Rescuing Feng Zhuyue was a complete accident.
Back then, the man also saw his ruthlessness and was reluctant to give up the magic pill, so the two made an agreement that if someone accidentally broke into this place in the future and did not die, he would definitely save him!
The old man agreed at that time, because almost no one could live there when the miasma he created, until the little girl was so life-threatening that she was seriously injured and had not died yet!
This shows the tenacity of this little girl's vitality.
Feng Zhuyue pulled the corner of her mouth in front of her, and looked at her position. She couldn't move, but it was not until the little old man was saving her.
"Senior, I'm not dead. Thank you for your life-saving kindness."
Seeing that Feng Zhuyue was not dead, the old man was dissatisfied and shouted: "I don't want to save you. Now I can't save you in vain. I've wasted my medicinal materials. I don't care, you have to compensate me!"
Feng Zhuyue was sweating coldly on her forehead, but she was very weak now, and she could see that this little old man was either a bad person or a bit stubborn.