"Brother Zihan, let me come over and give you something."

Hearing this, Yuan Zihan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

However, he quickly came to his senses and showed a warm smile: "Miss Leng, you don't have to be so polite. Besides, Qing'er and I are not short of anything."

He tried his best to maintain an elegant and easy-going persona so as not to arouse the suspicion of the girl in front of him.

It's just that he was worried that Yuan Qing'er was careless and would be deceived by this kind of proactive behavior, so he added a sentence to remind the other party.

However, after he finished speaking, Wen Jiu had no intention of leaving. Instead, he took out a cardboard box.

"This is a plaster for treating bruises. It's a secret recipe passed down from my ancestors!" The other party said and opened the paper box, and saw that there were indeed several plasters inside, as well as a small porcelain bottle of unknown purpose.<

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Seeing this, the smile on Yuan Zihan's face became stiff for a moment.

Because Wen Jiu's gift was so appropriate, so appropriate that neither he nor Yuan Qing'er could refuse.

After all, his leg injury has not healed yet, so it would be strange to refuse.

Even if he rejected Wen Jiu's kindness to avoid suspicion, the other party could still go to Yuan Qing'er with this gift.

He believed that his sister, who was simple and straightforward and dedicated to him, would never refuse this gift that could heal his leg injury.

Just when he was thinking deeply about how to deal with this matter, he suddenly heard footsteps going downstairs.

Within a few seconds, Yuan Qing'er's voice rang out.

"Miss Leng, I thought you were asleep, but I didn't expect you to be here. Huh? Brother, why haven't you rested?"

Before he could answer, Wen Jiu took the lead and said: "Sister Qing'er? What a coincidence, I was planning to go find you. I saw that Brother Zihan had a leg injury, so I was thinking about my family.

There is a very useful plaster that is specially designed to treat this kind of bruises, and the effect is unparalleled."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, a hint of joy appeared in Yuan Qing'er's eyes.

When he saw this scene, his heart suddenly went cold. Sure enough, his silly sister had fallen into the trap.

But to his surprise, Yuan Qing'er quickly regained her composure and began to ask Wen Jiu how the plaster was made and what herbs were used that could be revealed.

He really didn't expect that after Yuan Qing'er went out for a while, she would transform from the silly and sweet person she was before to what she is now. She knows how to ask more questions and think more about everything and no longer trusts others.

It seems that what Lan Xinyou said at the beginning was not wrong. Children who have been protected will never grow up.

"Actually, there is nothing that cannot be disclosed. Most of the herbs used are very common." Wen Jiu had already expected such a question, so she just smiled and said it, "For example, safflower, Panax notoginseng, peach kernel, iron

Holly, foxtail flowers, these are all very common herbs, but the specific proportions cannot be revealed. After all, this recipe is passed down from my family."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the small porcelain bottle in the box and handed it to Yuan Qing'er to continue the introduction.

"This is an ointment that can speed up healing. I prepared it myself. The effect is pretty good. But I researched the formula. You don't need to use it if you are worried about it."

After she finished speaking, she silently observed Yuan Qing'er's expression.

After all, a straightforward person like the other party is easier to coax than an inexperienced person like Yuan Zihan.

No, no, it’s better to persuade. How can this be considered a lie?

The plasters and ointments she took out were all genuine, and she did not use fake or shoddy products to deceive the Yuan brothers and sisters.

Hearing this, Yuan Qing'er thought carefully for a long time before replying with a smile: "Miss Leng is joking, of course I know what kind of person you are, but the person who wants to take medicine is my brother after all, so I have to ask clearly.

Peace of mind."

As she spoke, she took the small porcelain bottle from Wen Jiu and also took the paper box held by the other person.

Regardless of whether the plasters and ointments are really effective, she is very grateful to Wen Jiu for his thoughtfulness.

You must know that what she is most worried about at the moment is Yuan Zihan's leg injury. She is thinking about whether she should ask Lan Xinyou for some ointment tomorrow. She never expected that Wen Jiu would help at this time.
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"It doesn't matter, I can understand it, because I also have a brother," Wen Jiu continued on the topic without changing his expression, "But my brother is different from your brother. He likes to find people to challenge monsters.

, so it is common to suffer some skin injuries."

"This also led me to study medicine and pharmacology on my own since I was a child. I was afraid that one day he would die after hitting someone. Like this ointment for treating bruises and the ointment for accelerating wound healing, my Zhijie

It’s always available in the space.”

As she spoke, she put her acting skills into full play and looked like she was really worried about her brother.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Zihan was like Gatling, popping up a bunch of questions.

"I wonder what the name of Miss Leng's brother is? Why didn't he come with you? And how could your brother be relieved that you were going to a strange place alone at such a young age? He wasn't afraid that you would encounter danger on the way or that you would be in danger when you came here.

Can’t you go back?”

Hearing this, Wen Jiu quickly sorted out his words.

It seems that her previous intuition was not wrong, Yuan Zihan is really difficult to deal with.

But it doesn’t matter, life is like a drama, it all depends on acting.

She has never lost to anyone in terms of acting skills, and there are many drama stars around her who can bring her acting inspiration.

So she first recalled the way Li Qingyu missed Li Zeyu, and then imitated the expression of missing her very much but unwilling to admit it.

"Of course my brother's surname is Leng, and he has a three-character name just like me." She imitated and said the words she had thought out, "Of course my brother wants to come here with me, but unfortunately Commander Lan only allows

I came here alone, so my brother stayed in the demon clan’s territory and waited.”

"Of course, the main reason why he is reassured that I am coming to this place is because he is familiar with Lord Mirage, and he believes that Lord Mirage will protect me."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Zihan immediately asked another question, "I'm sorry, Miss Leng, I was rude. I'm just curious about how you, at your age, dare to go out alone and fight with the mysterious demon clan."

I wonder if Miss Leng can tell me how you gained the trust of the demon clan?"

To be honest, Wen Jiu wanted to hit someone after hearing these words.

Why does Yuan Zihan have so many problems? How worried is the other party about her?

If she hadn't given out the gift, she wouldn't have bothered to talk to Yuan Zihan here.

But there were too many questions, which made her extremely irritable at the moment, and she wanted to punch the other person.

Just when she was thinking whether it would be better to give her a good punch or continue to be a ninja and entangled with Yuan Zihan, a white smoke suddenly floated in from the window, followed by a very familiar voice to her.
Chapter completed!