"Not bad."
Hua Wuqing listened to this answer, just standing there, staring straight at Su Yan.
The sunset’s glow poured down.
He was dressed in red.
Lowering his head to look at the woman before him.
Then, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"If Yanyan is happy, I will be very happy too."
That appearance, a bit silly.
It was exactly like the way he was when he had amnesia.
Su Yan looked up.
Just as she was about to speak, suddenly, he bent down.
Sealing her lips with his own.
In the dusk, behind them, were villagers cheering in joy.
Su Yan blinked her eyes.
Reached out, grabbing his collar.
Bearing the kiss.
Xiao Hua was a bit surprised, not expecting Lord Hero had actually learned to steal a kiss.
It’s worth noting, every ti the Host kissed Hua Wuqing, he always appeared as if he was being teased by the Host.
His entire body would go stiff, unbearably shy.
Who would have thought that in such a short ti, he had learned to fight back??
This warm ti lasted until that evening before Feng Zhi arrived.
That day, Hua Wuqing was bathing, and Su Yan was sipping tea in the room next door.
Without knowing what thod Feng Zhi used, she had enthusiastically co over.
"Su Yan, Su Yan!"
Bursted in and shouted excitedly.
Su Yan looked up, gazing at Feng Zhi.
"What is it?"
"What on earth did you give ?
It’s just too effective.
There was a villager who was very sick, the doctor said he wouldn’t make it through the night.
I gave him that stuff you gave , and now he’s breathing steadily, saved!!"
As she spoke, Feng Zhi waved her arms joyfully.
She had spent the longest ti with these villagers.
Her feelings for them were the deepest.
Seeing the villagers getting better one by one.
She was, of course, very happy.
Su Yan said seriously,
"It’s dicine."
Feng Zhi listened doubtfully,
"dicine? Isn’t it blood? Could it be deer blood? I heard deer blood detoxifies."
Su Yan heard Feng Zhi’s words and was stunned.
"Blood?"
Feng Zhi nodded,
"Yeah, once opened, there was a bloody sll.
At first, I thought that’s just how it was.
But pouring it out, it’s still blood.
Could it be prepared with blood as a dicinal guide??
I’ve never seen dicine like this."
Su Yan sat there quietly listening.
The teacup in her hand was no longer touched.
Feng Zhi didn’t notice Su Yan’s abnormality.
She just chatted with Su Yan for a while; her main purpose was to bring gratitude from the villagers.
Then, after a bit of idle talk, she left.
Su Yan was silent.
Unmoving.
Her head down.
Xiao Hua noticed the Host’s unease.
Spoke up,
"Host? What’s wrong with you??"
Su Yan remained silent.
For a long, long ti, until finally,
"Ying has been feeding him body-nourishing food lately.
He’s been sleeping exceptionally long on this journey."
Most importantly, he no longer clung to her, wanting to sleep with her.
Feng Zhi said it was a bottle of blood.
What kind of blood could be considered the Demon Sect’s Treasure?
Living Dead, at and bones?
That must be a kind of blood, immune to all poisons.
Hua Wuqing once said.
That when he was little, he grew up soaking in dicine Baths.
That person would always throw so centipedes and poisonous insects into the baths.
Su Yan was thinking with her head down.
Hua Wuqing, wearing his undershirt, pushed the door open and entered.
"Yanyan."
He wore his clothes neatly.
His jet-black hair dripped water.
Su Yan looked at him.
Her expression inscrutable.
"Co here."
Hua Wuqing walked over to Su Yan.
In the next second, Su Yan grabbed his wrist, pulling up his sleeve.
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