I don't know if his eyes were too focused or if his expression was too serious, but the saint, who had always been pure and stoic, blushed for the first time.
Yue Ning came back to her senses, avoided his outstretched hand, raised her sleeve and wiped it on her face: "Okay, it should be gone, right?"
Meng Zihuan nodded and chuckled: "No more."
Chen Xi saw this scene when he came to the side hall of Yuelan Palace, and immediately frowned in displeasure. He sat directly between the two of them, squeezing Meng Zihuan aside.
Meng Zihuan also had a chicken drumstick in his hand and almost fell down.
Yue Ning said: "Chen Xi, he is still a patient."
Chen Xi curled his lips disdainfully: "What kind of patient is there? I think he is so well now that he can even eat a chicken drumstick!"
As he spoke, he snatched the chicken leg from Yue Ning's hand with an unhappy expression and took a bite, then glared at Meng Zihuan with an unhappy expression.
Meng Zihuan forced a smile towards Yue Ning: "I'm fine. Brother Chen Xi is right. I'm much better now than yesterday. Thanks to sister Yue Ning's superb medical skills, otherwise I would still be seriously injured and in a coma.
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Yue Ning pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Thank you, I just prefer medicine and alchemy. But I am the one who heals all the injuries of the Feather God Clan."
"Sister Yue Ning, you are so amazing." Meng Zihuan praised her sincerely, with such focused and intense eyes that Yue Ning couldn't help but blush.
Yue Ning broke off another piece of roast chicken and ate it. After she was full, she returned to her main hall.
Chen Xi looked at Yue Ning's leaving figure, changed his casual and disdainful look, and glared at Meng Zihuan fiercely: "You brat, you should take good care of your injuries while you are here! You must not have any ideas about Yue Ning! She
She is a saint of our Feather God Clan, and she will not intermarry with foreigners! Foreigners are not worthy of intermarrying with our Feather God Clan! Do you understand?"
Meng Zihuan was not annoyed either, with a faint smile on his face: "Brother Chen Xi, you don't have to remind me, I know. I can't thank you enough for taking me in and recuperating for me."
"It's good to know." Chen Xi clapped his hands and stood up, "She is a god in the sky, and you are the dirt on the ground. You are not from the same place."
After saying this, Chen Xi left the side hall.
Looking at Chen Xi's leaving figure, the smile in Meng Zihuan's eyes dissipated little by little, and finally turned into an icy cold light.
Why is it that no matter where I go, there are always people who look down upon me?
What did he do wrong?
Suddenly, Yue Ning's appearance appeared in his mind. She was the only one who was different. She was different from others. When she first met him, she had a gentle and friendly smile. Even if she learned that his true form was just a little dragon, she would not be the same.
I won’t dislike his low bloodline...
In the following time, Meng Zihuan would recuperate here.
And his injuries were visibly recovering, and he guided his cultivation, modified his exercises and martial arts, and often collected some herbs to make elixirs to help him practice.
Under her careful training, his strength grew rapidly, but he still felt that it was too slow.
If there is any way to quickly improve your strength, that would be even better.
On this day, Yue Ning came to the back mountain and saw Meng Zihuan still practicing martial arts hard. The shadow of the sword filled the sky, and he waved a sharp cold light. The fallen leaves were flying in the forest, and the tree shadows were swaying.
"Zihuan, you have been practicing here for three days and three nights, why don't you take a rest? Haste makes waste, and being too anxious can easily lead to obsession."