There are a pile of red glass bottles, a pile of blue glass bottles, and another pile of earthenware bottles.
Sandalwood boxes, bamboo boxes, and white jade boxes are all square and square, looking like a hill from bottom to top.
"I remember... it was..."
Fang Zhe's head also began to hurt. His consciousness was already fragmented and was held up by broken silk threads. Now that his consciousness was diverted to look for things in other people's storage bags, the old disease naturally recurred.
He was holding his head with his left hand, and his right hand was still touching the storage bag.
Jiang Su seemed to smell something, so she stopped grinding her white teeth and leaned forward to bite the warmest spot.
"Uh-huh"
The girl bit tightly at the carotid artery of the man in red, grinding it between her teeth and tasting it carefully with her red tongue.
Where is the blood, where is the blood.
She wanted Fang Zhe's blood.
But the man in red is a swordsman, and his physical training is as good as physical training. He is a truly indestructible body. She, little White Fang, still wants to break his body?
Fang Zhe only felt a little itchy on his neck.
He put his arms around Jiang Su and finally found a familiar wooden box from her storage bag, took out the elixir inside, and was about to put it into the girl's mouth.
But...the girl is holding on to the flesh of his neck...
Fang Zhe's headache was severe, and he felt like he was about to fall forward. As expected, his feet were unstable, and the next second he fell on Jiang Su.
"Boom - wow -"
Fang Zhe knocked his head on the corner of the table, and the table broke...
The girl's face was hit by flying sawdust, she frowned, her mouth was dissatisfied, and she shook her head left and right, trying to shake off the scum on her face.
Fang Zhe quickly put the elixir into her mouth with quick eyesight and quick hands.
"Well--"
The rough fingertips are like touching the soft tip of the tongue.
Jiang Su subconsciously chewed the Jingxin Pill in his mouth and his fingers that had not yet left. When Fang Zhe noticed the pain, he took back his index finger, and there was already a tooth mark on the fingertip.
The girl's breathing gradually stabilized, and the sinuous blood vessels in her eye sockets faded and disappeared.
She took a long breath, her pupils focused again, and clarity replaced confusion.
"The teeth... feel so itchy and heavy..." the girl muttered in confusion, half asleep.
She stared at herself, as if a red mountain was pressing down heavily on her.
"Is it Wuzhishan..."
Feeling the warm breath beside his ears, Jiang Su suddenly woke up. In front of him was not a mountain, but Fangzhe!
This crazy knife!
Jiang Su quickly tried to push away the person pressing on him, "Fang Zhe, get up!"
"What are you doing? Do you want to crush me to death and inherit my elixir and alchemy furnace?!"
She thought that she had just gotten sick, but luckily she had found a way to give him medicine, and now she was kind to the old patient.
But! How did he get the medicine?!
His consciousness slipped into his storage bag! The effect of the divine connection a few days ago has not disappeared yet!!!
All my family property!
Fang Zhe covered his head with one hand and put the other hand on the ground. The headache made him feel a little dull. He put a little force on his legs and leaned back to stand up.
Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up using Fang Zhi's strong thighs.
"Squat down again." Jiang Su ordered slightly coldly.
Fang Zhe looked puzzled, but he was obedient and squatted in front of the girl.
Without saying a word, the girl bit her fingertips, which were bleeding, and placed them on the man's eyebrows. She said in a low and tired voice, "I use my blood to replenish my vitality and relieve the suffering of the people in the world. God is merciful!"
This person's consciousness is shattered and he still knows how to look for things in his own storage bag. He is truly gifted. He doesn't care about life and death. He is indeed a crazy swordsman.
After all, among the three people in this room, none of them have a normal head disease, mental illness, or mental illness.
Others didn't know about his illness, but they knew it very well.
Jiang Su carefully controlled his consciousness to prevent it from being sucked into the sea of consciousness. At the same time, he used forbidden techniques to consume blood from his fingertips and heart in exchange for strength to relieve the tension of the shattered sea of consciousness.
It can be said that it is familiar again and again. This is the third time. This time Jiang Su led Fang Zhe's spiritual power into the sea of consciousness, only to feel that he had a tendency to stick the broken pieces together for him!
His sea of consciousness is broken but not destroyed, and the connection is broken. After all, he has some destiny. If he lives towards death in two years and gradually builds up his sea of consciousness, he will not die...
Yes, he is also a minor supporting character, a supporting character who died of illness quietly.
The time of half a stick of incense passed quietly.
Jiang Su retracted his fingers and sat back down again.
It can be said that Chen Zeshen watched a good show. Jiang Su's illness occurred twice in just one day in this secret room?!
No wonder she said she was not going to die soon.
According to this situation, she probably won't live for more than ten years. Will she die if she gets sick one day without taking any medicine?!
Chen Zeshen felt much better after hearing the news, and the peach blossoms on his face became even brighter.
"Ahem, Miss Jiang, you are so sick..."
"Shut up, get out, and leave me alone."
"..."
Chen Zeshen's smile froze on his face again. He was not embarrassed and looked at the male cultivator in red with interest.
He muttered in his heart: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks like your cultivation level is not low, but you are actually a patient."
Jiang Su stared expressionlessly at the water mirror in front of him. All the monks in the mirror had been rescued from prison, and everyone was working together to find the formation eye above the stone gate.
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Li Ya quietly returned to the general's mansion and changed back into men's clothes.
When looking in the mirror and arranging his clothes, his eyes would subconsciously fall on the peony lamp by his window.
The woman's voice rang unexpectedly in my ears: "General, we have to go as soon as possible. I received news that the thing underground in the outer city is unstoppable. Miss Wan'er's cultivation is low, and she may not be able to protect herself in it."
Li Ya's hands froze while he was arranging his clothes. His brows furrowed in the next second, and he turned around and went into the hospital to pick up the gun. He put the bone whistle in his mouth.
"Uu——" The clear whistle sounded like a bird's song.
"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-"
The breeze blew through the broken hair on the temples, and the chill suddenly rose. Li Ya couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Three monks dressed in large purple and gold robes descended from the sky, surrounded by silver light, hanging colorful robes, and floating in the air.
"Why did you call the three of us today?" the white-bearded monk in the middle said with a slight dissatisfaction on his face.
The three of them are monks supported by Li Ya. They do not live in the general's mansion on weekdays, but live in the palace to communicate and live with other "court immortals".
In their palace, there are some precious magical instruments of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and their spiritual power is too abundant. They have used this opportunity to practice for many years, and now they are all golden elixir Dzogchen monks.
The monks at the higher level Nascent Soul will not come to help mortals deal with the aftermath. They will not leave the palace easily and only do it for their own cultivation.
As for the monks in the transformation stage and above, they are all masters who are about to face the thunder tribulation of the transcending tribulation stage. After passing through the thunder tribulation, it is the transcending tribulation stage. The fate of fate is full, and there is no more hindrance.
Ascend.
These immortals who have lived for thousands of years are rarely seen in the world except Chu Lin who wanders around for unknown reasons.
The flow of rivers can be regarded as the spiritual transformation stage of medicine, and the Taoist heart of saving the world and saving people can also be regarded as a special case.