Fang Zhe was about to move forward, but he felt his clothes were being pulled. He quickly turned around and saw his little doctor frozen on the spot.
The purple veins on her face are almost the same as when she got sick a few months ago.
"Sick..." Fang Zhe squeezed out a word from his throat.
She is sick and needs to take medicine.
Fang Zhe immediately squatted down, but Jiang Su kept tugging on the material around his waist. He directly took the girl and laid her flat on the ground, carefully pulling off his clothes from her hands.
The little doctor bought the clothes for himself. It’s just one piece... and it can’t be damaged.
Jiang Su's eyes were closed tightly, her expression was painful. She felt that she was now trapped in a sea of suffering, and her struggles were nothing but waves.
A pair of white arms kept shaking, and after the clothes in her hands were pulled away, she felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart, as if her red heart had been poached away and replaced with cotton wool in her chest.
The cotton wool is full of holes, dripping with water from being soaked in the sea of suffering, and my heart is heavy.
"Where……."
Fang Zhe whispered in a low voice and reached for the storage bag on Jiang Su's waist. His remaining consciousness passed through the barrier of the magic weapon smoothly, and a familiar breath filled the space in the storage bag.
His hands kept rummaging through the debris, taking out wooden boxes when they came across them, and digging out glass bottles when they came across them.
Suddenly a green branch climbed up between his little fingers, and the two leaves pinched his fingers. When he took out the wooden box, he took out the spiritual material.
Fang Zhe looked at the pillar of spiritual material in his hand in confusion. After a breath, he continued to open all the wooden boxes and put it to the tip of his nose to smell the scent of each pill.
"Sour..." This is not it.
"..."
Fang Zhe shook his head. His cultivation was profound and his five senses were sensitive. Even he himself didn't know that the subtle differences in the elixirs were actually due to the different ratios of each spiritual material.
An olfactory memory was deeply engraved in his broken consciousness, which was the smell of the elixir Jiang Su took every time he struggled.
When the young medical cultivator swallowed the elixir, his mouth and tongue were almost filled with the mixed smell of the spiritual materials in the elixir.
Spiritual materials have five flavors. This system is the same as traditional Chinese medicine, which corresponds to the five attributes of the five elements of wood, fire, earth, metal, and water.
It has a bitter taste in my heart.
Jingxin Pills have the most bitter taste. Jiang Su's improved version added "leftovers" treated with tortoiseshell bamboo to neutralize the bitterness of the five elements, lighten it and bring out the cold fragrance.
Fang Zhe searched based on his memory, taking the wooden boxes in his hand one after another, and finally found a familiar smell in the last wooden box.
He hurriedly took out the elixir from the box, and hurriedly swept away the other wooden boxes and glass bottles stacked in front of him with his arms. When he leaned over, the glass bottles collided with each other, and the crisp jingling sound was a bit disturbing.
He pinched the thin flesh on the girl's cheeks and quietly used force to force her to open her mouth. The pale color of her lips was no different from Jiang Su's complexion at this moment.
Fang Zhe carefully pushed the elixir through her soft lips, and his thumb and index finger were slightly stained by the saliva in her mouth.
After confirming that it was in place, he retracted his fingers and no longer held his cheeks with his other hand. Instead, he placed it on his chin and closed the girl's lips.
He stared at the purple veins at the corners of the little deer's eyes, and his originally dull pupils seemed to see thousands of purple threads, closely connecting the secrets of all things in the world.
The red monk stopped the girl and put his legs under her head.
He seemed to have seen a scene. In his memory, two people dressed in white were cuddling under a tree. The woman smiled gently, and the warm light shone on her beautiful face. She rested on the man's lap, looked up at the sky, and talked and laughed from time to time.
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The man in white clothes was sitting under the tree, following the woman's gaze to the sky. He seemed to have said a certain sentence, then lowered his head again, smiling brightly, and chattering endlessly to tease her.
The leaves fell with the wind, fluttering on the man's head. The woman stood up slightly, reached out to the man's ear, and grabbed the fallen leaf on his head.
The man also bowed his head at the right time, his eyes filled with so much affection that there was only room for her.
When the woman stood up, she seemed to see someone in the distance. She took down the fallen leaves and stood up, her eyes facing the owner of this memory.
"Xiao Zhe, come on, your father and I are about to name your sister."
"Hey, Yanxin, have you told Xiao Zhe about this?"
The man also raised his head and looked at the owner of this memory, tilting his head slightly, the smile on his face not diminishing at all, "Come on, Fang Zhe, your mother and I have something to tell you."
"Your mother is pregnant with another baby now. Elder He said it is a girl. You will have a sister in seven months. Your mother and I are naming your sister. Do you have any good names to think of?
think?"
The owner of the memory could not see his expression at that time, but only remembered one sentence.
The sound was caught in the warm wind, blowing the hem of his clothes. The only red in his field of vision was the dancing sleeves, and the leaves on the trees also fell on his head.
He said: "A hundred refinements will turn it into gold, and it will become round after being folded."
"Yuan... the meaning is good. When you say this, you are the number one weapon refiner in the world! But your sister is a girl, so she needs to be softer." The man's voice was rough, and he carefully considered the meaning.
"It's better to have the same pronunciation." The woman frowned slightly, seemingly worried but not worried, her expression was like a light spring river painting.
Her throat moved slightly, and her voice was calm and soft: "I can't get tired of the vulgarity after turning away from the world, but I still haven't forgotten my passion due to chance."
"Why don't you call her Xiaoyuan."
"Fang Yuan... Fang Zhe..."
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The old dream returned, and the consciousness of the man in red returned to the corner of the girl's eyes.
The purple veins like spider webs have faded away again after the drug took effect, and the white forehead has become smooth again.
The girl in blue had relaxed her brows, and she seemed to have found a wooden boat on the sea of suffering.
Her breathing voice was even and soft, her face was calm, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings about to fly. Most of the dark spots under her eyes had disappeared during this period, and three months of deep sleep made up for the rest she lacked.
"Little deer... fell asleep..."
Fang Zhe maintained his previous actions, not daring to disturb him in the slightest. He cared more about the little doctor cultivator's time to relax than his junior brother's mansion.
She is very tired.
But I actually don’t understand why she is so tired. The little doctor is not like the deer that I often see behind the woods. She is more like a deer being chased by lions and cheetahs. There is always a string in the sea of consciousness that wanders between life and death.
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It's my fault... I didn't take good care of the deer.
Fang Zhe suddenly became angry. He was so angry that he couldn't understand it. He directly took out the cold-killing knife that he had not used for a long time from his storage bag.
The forbearing gaze turned into the calm before the storm at this moment, cutting off the cold, and the frost and cold in this place disappeared with one knife!
The man in red used his fingers to hold the sword technique, and he was able to control the broken cold sword to float in the middle of the entire courtyard. And the blade was facing the heart of a round stone in the water channel in the pavilion in front of him.
