After hearing this, not only the young sword spirit fell silent, but the treasure hunter also fell silent. No one wanted to say that word.
Ye Feiran glanced at the long black sword, then at the treasure-hunting rat. His eyes fell on Ye Mulin, and he fell silent.
Time passed by minute by second, and half an hour later, Ye Mulin's healing was finally over.
His vitality returned to normal, but he did not wake up and fell directly to the ground.
Seeing this, Ye Feiran walked over and helped him up.
"Mu Lin!"
Ye Feiran quickly checked his physical condition and found that he had just fallen into a drowsy state, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, Ye Feiran served Ye Murin attentively, and the emperor who fell asleep completely missed Ye Feiran's rare tenderness.
When Ye Feiran placed Ye Murin on the soft bed, half an hour had passed.
The long black sword stood aside and continued to perform its duty of protecting its master, while Ye Feiran and the treasure-hunting rat sat nearby and gnawed on the Sky Spirit Fruit.
"Kacha~Kacha~"
Young Sword Spirit: "..."
This man and one mouse are definitely bullying the sword spirit into not being able to eat!
After eating the Tianling Fruit, Ye Feiran finally began to look at the surrounding environment. As for Ye Mulin's matter, we will wait until he wakes up.
Anyway, the heat poison and cold poison in his body are definitely not simple, and why Zilian needs to stay alive... She wants to hear these things from Ye Murin himself.
At the same time, the treasure-hunting mouse has already rushed to the stalactite with the strongest spiritual power. This stalactite is also the largest and brightest in the stalactite cave.
"Zhizhi... Ranran, here, baby!"
Just as Ye Feiran walked over, a drop of milky white lotion dripped from this stalactite.
"Tick tock!"
The next moment, a strong spiritual power spread around.
Depend on!
Ten thousand years of spiritual milk!
This is ten thousand years of spiritual milk!
As we all know, natural spiritual liquid is already very precious, but ten thousand-year spiritual milk is even more precious, because the production of spiritual milk requires the condensation and concentration of natural spiritual liquid for more than ten thousand years.
Looking at the milky white Wannian Spirit Milk in front of her, the corners of Ye Feiran's lips could not help but rise.
"Gathering the spiritual power of heaven and earth, pregnant with the creatures of the earth, the divine object that gives birth to the universe, and the fruit of the Tao that nourishes the heavens... This ten thousand-year spiritual milk is definitely a treasure that can only be found but cannot be found!"
Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran absorbed the spiritual energy around him without hesitation.
The treasure-hunting rat, which had always been lazy in cultivation, couldn't help but desperately absorb the spiritual energy around it. As for the ten thousand-year spiritual milk in front of it, although it was excited, it had no idea of stealing it.
Others may not know it, but it knows that these ten thousand years of spiritual milk are very useful to its master, so if the master eats meat, it will be satisfied with some soup.
These pure spiritual powers rushed to Ye Feiran's dantian, and then all were absorbed by the four-leaf clover in the dantian, leaving no trace for Ye Feiran.
Ye Feiran: "..."
When did Clover become so greedy?
At the same time, she also understood that Clover was so excited before because of the ten thousand years of spiritual milk here, otherwise he would not let go of the spiritual power emitted by the ten thousand years of spiritual milk.
Tsk, the origin of this tree is indeed the most difficult to cultivate!
However, she just complained, and then continued to absorb the spiritual energy around her.
After a while, except for the surroundings of the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, all the spiritual energy in other places was absorbed by Ye Feiran and the Treasure Hunter.
When Ye Feiran was studying how to pack the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk in front of him, Ye Murin's slightly hoarse voice came over.
"Ran'er!"
"exist!"
Ye Feiran stood up with a face of surprise, then abandoned the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk and ran towards Ye Mulin.
"Lord Emperor!" Ye Feiran excitedly rushed towards Ye Mulin who had already sat up.
The corners of Ye Mulin's lips were slightly raised, and Ye Feiran let herself fall onto the soft bed. It felt so good to be surrounded by such soft, fragrant and warm jade!
Facing such a weak man, Ye Feiran immediately woke up, struggled to get out of the man's arms, and asked worriedly, "Master Emperor, are you okay?"
Ye Murin smiled and said nothing, but the strength of holding Ye Feiran's hands increased.
So, what else does Ye Feiran not understand? This man did it on purpose!
Ye Feiran glared at Ye Mulin with her beautiful eyes and said angrily, "Let go and I'll take your pulse."
Ye Murin didn't dare not let go when he heard the word "pulse", otherwise Ye Feiran would definitely be really angry.
After checking his pulse, Ye Feiran discovered that Ye Mulin's body had recovered to its original state, with no sequelae from the attack of heat, cold, and poison.
"Is this purple lotus so magical?"
Hearing this, Ye Mulin glanced at the dark sword and the treasure-hunting rat with cold eyes.
The jet-black sword and the treasure-hunting rat immediately tried to reduce their presence.
Ye Feiran didn't notice the situation of one person, one mouse and one sword spirit. She raised her eyes and looked directly into Ye Mulin's dark eyes, and asked seriously, "Ye Mulin, hot poison, cold poison, life extension and purple
Tell me everything about Lian, otherwise... you will be responsible for the consequences."
After saying that, Ye Feiran crossed his arms across his chest and waited for Ye Mulin's next words with a serious expression.
Ye Murin put his hand on his forehead and said slowly, "Ran'er, I'm still a little weak now, can we talk about this later?"
Ye Feiran: "..."
This guy is blatantly pretending to be pitiful!
"Are you questioning my medical skills?"
"No." Ye Mulin immediately denied.
Ye Feiran stared at Ye Murin for a while, and sighed softly in his heart, "Okay, let's talk about it later."
Just give him time to prepare.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran roughly pulled Ye Murin up, and then put the soft body back into the mysterious space.
Ye Mulin: "..."
Is this angry?
Ye Murin reached out and grabbed Ye Feiran's hand, and said softly, "Ran'er, don't be angry, I will definitely tell you, but now is not the time."
"Okay!" Ye Feiran nodded, "Now let's think about how to pack the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk?"
Arriving in front of the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, Ye Mulin's consciousness moved, and there was a bottle exuding cold air in his hand.
"This is a bottle made from ten thousand years of cold stone, specially used to hold ten thousand years of spiritual milk."
Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes lit up, and he immediately took the bottle and started filling it with ten thousand years of spiritual milk, a total of twenty drops.
After installing it, Ye Feiran handed it directly to Ye Murin, "Here!"
Ye Murin's beautiful sword eyebrows were raised slightly, as if she didn't understand why Ye Feiran gave it to him.
"Mu Lin, I know you need ten thousand years of spiritual milk." Ye Feiran said with a smile, otherwise he would not carry a bottle specially used to hold ten thousand years of spiritual milk.
The next moment, Ye Murin reached out and hugged Ye Feiran into his arms, saying in a hoarse voice, "I have used twenty drops, and these twenty drops are yours."
"Ah?" Ye Feiran raised his head and looked at Ye Mulin in confusion.
"Purple Lotus has absorbed 20 drops of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, which can suppress the heat poison and cold poison in my body for a long time, which means it can prolong my life for a long time." Ye Mulin explained softly.
His expression was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.
Seeing this, Ye Feiran suddenly felt distressed again. He reached out and hugged Ye Murin tightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How long is a long time?"
Ye Mulin didn't answer for a long time.
Ye Feiran tightened his hands suddenly and continued to ask, "One year? Five years? Ten years? Or is it longer?"