"Little Martial Uncle's recovery speed is too slow." As Mu Yan prepared the elixirs for refining, she said, "The injuries on Youngest Martial Uncle's body aren't actually that serious. It's just that there's a layer of yin poison on the wound, which prevents it from healing for a long time."
"I found a pill recipe in the Compendium of Alchemy. As long as I refine it with Cloud Birth and Sea Condensation, and supplement it with the Realm of Stars and the Mist Dispersing, I might be able to dispel the yin poison in a short period of time …"
As soon as he hears that Muyan is so busy for Luo Yunxiao, Qi Huang immediately pulls a long face, "Jun Muyan, why are you so good to that pretty boy? Di Ming Jue isn't here, you wouldn't have really been seduced by him, right? "
Mu Yan rolled his eyes, "Qi Xiao Huang, are you done yet? You've asked this question 800 times, haven't you had enough? How did Little Martial Uncle offend you? Why do you hate him so much? "
Qi Huang was stunned, and a wisp of bewilderment flashed across his eyes.
However, he quickly gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care. If there's me, there's him, there's no me!! Jun Muyan, tell me, in your heart, who is more important, me or him?! "
As he spoke, he was about to throw himself at the cauldron.
Mu Yan lifts her foot and ruthlessly kicks him, looking at him darkly, "Qi Xiaohuang, I'm warning you, behave yourself! It wasn't easy for me to gather all the elixirs needed for the recipe, and some of them are expensive. I had to borrow some crystal stones from Su Ziyi to buy them. There's only one of them. If you destroy it, believe it or not, I'll make you question your life. "
This brat, if you don't give him a good spanking, he'll tear the tiles off the roof!
Qi Huang glared at her for a long time. Seeing that she wasn't going to compromise, he could only leave with a gloomy face.
Before he left, he even left behind some harsh words, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. That pretty boy has a pretty face but a dark heart. He's full of misfortune. Sooner or later, you'll be killed by him. Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft … He's beautiful my ass … "
Mu Yan can't help but laugh as she watches Qi Huang stomp his feet and hide inside the tower like a child.
She really wanted to know if Little Martial Uncle and Qi Huang had a grudge in their past lives.
Otherwise, why would Qihuang hate Little Martial Uncle so much?
…
"Little Martial Uncle, I want to try a new treatment today."
Mu Yan takes out the Tian Mo Qin and sits on the edge of Luo Yunxiao's bed.
"Eldest Senior Brother, please apply this medicine on Little Martial Uncle's wounds."
Yun Ruohan took the concoction and hesitated to step forward. She looked at Luo Yunxiao inquiringly.
Luo Yunxiao silently looks at Muyan for a while, then nods.
Muyan used the Elixirs that she refined with great difficulty to boil.
Concocting that pill had consumed a lot of her spiritual power and mental strength, so her face was still a little pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
However, they were all covered up by her disguise technique.
After the medicine is applied, Muyan slowly plucks the zither strings.
Yun Ruohan had thought that she would hear either a melodious melody or an impassioned zither.
But the strange thing was that this time, the sound of the zither was intermittent, and it was difficult to sob. It was as if a dying person was breathing and would stop breathing at any time.
Luo Yunxiao's expression suddenly changed when she heard the sound of the zither.
He threw away the scroll in his hand and wanted to get up to stop Mu Yan.
However, before he started playing the zither just now, he had already removed all the defenses around his body.
It could be said that in this state, it was tantamount to letting Mu Yan do whatever she wanted.
If Mu Yan had the intention to kill him with the sound of the zither, she could even take away half his life in an instant.
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