The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 372 - 220 Healing Wounds

"Foxes are inherently cunning; even if you don’t ntion it, he would eventually realize that you are playing him. By then, it won’t be easy to negotiate."

She let out a soft hum. Was it her imagination, or was there sothing odd about his tone when he ntioned Fengtian Prefecture?

As Ning Xiaoxian descended the stairs, the sun was already setting in the west. Passing by Miluo, the White Fox suddenly lifted its head and glanced at her.

She saw surprise in Miluo’s eyes: "What’s wrong?" He couldn’t have discovered sothing else, could he? This fox really was sly, the contemplative look it often had in its eyes made her sowhat wary.

The White Fox lazily rested its head on its forelegs, ignoring her.

As this woman descended, she brought with her a wave of fragrant breeze. Although he was immobilized, his sense of sll was intact, imdiately recognizing the fragrance of flower liquid extracted from Hundred Flowers, probably mainly rose liquid, filled with fragrance and passion. He couldn’t help but sniff a few tis, and then noticed a slight dampness on her, although her hair was dry but fluffy, clearly she had showered not long ago.

But she had spent the entire day upstairs, without making a single sound, let alone the sound of water. When and where had she bathed?!

It beca increasingly weird. He squinted his fox eyes, peering through his eyelids at this girl. He saw her carefully taste a few exquisite small dishes delivered by the Qi Family, then put down her chopsticks, rinsed her mouth with green salt, and ca over.

In the past few days, he hadn’t had three als a day, so Ning Xiaoxian could only feed him a Red Jade Ginseng daily. In three days, he had consud three 700-year-old ginsengs, totalling over 70,000 taels of silver, which was even more than what Qi Er embezzled in the flood year. These piles of silver, resembling a small mountain, could block the waterway of a shallow stream, but when they entered the White Fox’s stomach, not even a sound could be heard. These past two days, as she fed him, she shook her head in agony, constantly calling it wasteful.

Miluo rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that this woman really valued money as her life, completely oblivious to the fact that the proud Second Young Master from Fengtian Prefecture was beginning to feel entitled to eating her offerings, without any psychological burden...

But this ti she didn’t shove ginseng into his mouth, instead, she brought over a tray filled with bottles and jars. "Your internal injuries are no trouble now, it’s ti to let out the stagnant blood." He had stagnant blood in his lungs and chest cavity, and if he waited for his demonic power to naturally dissipate it, it would take too long.

She raised a pair of scissors that glinted coldly. Miluo instinctively used his forelegs to protect his chest and abdon, staring at her with a look of a little wife unable to bear harassnt.

"Put it down." She couldn’t believe that even a demon could act like this, she was really about to die laughing, but she had to maintain a righteous and stern expression on her face, "I’m going to shave the fur on your belly, otherwise it will block my view later, um, cough cough, how can I perform the technique?" She almost laughed out loud, forced a cough, and held it back.

Miluo dejectedly lowered his forelegs. What a humbling life he had fallen into her playful hands, he had never been so embarrassed!

Watching the snow-white fur flutter down under the tyranny of the scissors, he only felt his face burning hot. Thankfully, even if a fox’s face turned red, she could not discern it.

Ning Xiaoxian saw his movents were stiff, knowing it was already quite difficult for him to endure, and since they still had to reconcile afterward, it was best not to bully him too much. So she hastened her movents. In a few monts, the fur on the belly of the White Fox was completely shaved. "Don’t be afraid, with your capabilities, it’ll grow back in a few days."

She took out the prepared anesthesia and had the White Fox swallow it.

This woman, the dicine she made was always sweet, including this anesthesia.

She silently counted to twenty in her heart, then asked Miluo: "Is it working?" Seeing him not responding for a long ti, she muttered to herself, "Looks like it’s working." If she normally thought of using this dicine against a Great Demon, it would be a joke. But now that he was devoid of demonic power, he was no different from an ordinary fox, and a bowl of dicine could knock him down.

She stretched her hand over his chest and abdon, her fingertips tender as scallion whites, delicate yet plump, also carrying a slight chill, making Miluo, who was already sowhat dazed, suddenly widen his eyes. He knew Ning Xiaoxian was seriously calculating where to make the cut.

He hadn’t been unattended before, in his mansion, just the maids personally serving him numbered six, usually dressing and grooming, washing his face and rinsing his mouth never required his own hands. Those coquettish maids often ca close to his skin, but he never felt like this ti, his mouth dry and his throat stifled.