"Okay, I'll leave now, you young couple chat slowly." Dr. Sun was tactful and turned around and walked to the door.

Qiansui reached out to block his hand: "Doctor Sun, don't tell others about his condition."

"I still have this kind of medical ethics." Dr. Sun said, "But if my lord asks, I must explain it."

"Apart from him." Wang Sheng was a good man, and he would not say much to his subordinates in such a thing.

After the task of visiting the patient was over, Dr. Sun left.

Qiansui closed the door and pressed Yan Sanlang's pulse, raising his thin eyebrows: "Your pulse is really weird."

On the one hand, in addition to the heart meridians, his whole body is unobstructed.

The true dragon entered the sea, which suddenly increased the efficiency of his true power throughout his body by several times. If she closed her eyes and ignored her, she would probably think that there was a human-shaped beast sitting next to her.

But on the other hand, his vitality is weak, and his heart is more stagnant than the old man in his twilight years.

Simply put, his true strength is strong and his heart is fragile. The heart is the blood pump of the whole body, and it cannot recover. No matter how powerful the former is, it has limited effectiveness.

"Where is Bingpo?"

Yan Sanlang felt it carefully for a while before saying, "It's because he's still there, but he's not active enough."

After the impact just now, Bingpo also tried his best, and he was about to die. "By the way, they will absorb blood stasis in the heart." Otherwise, when the true power was just now, he would have been drowned by the blood from his heart that was surging.

Qiansui had long been heartbroken: the wound was tear apart, and the root cause of the disease was planted. This time, Yan Sanlang turned from injury and was afraid that he would not recover in a short time.

The cost of using Fushengzi is too great.

Yan Sanlang stared at her slender fingers on his wrist, which were dazzlingly white and dazzlingly slender.

He also knew that this little hand was too agile.

Just now when his disaster was about to come, she, she...

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and suddenly he felt that the delicious dishes on the table were not as fragrant.

Qiansui smiled and peeled a longan's eye, not paying attention to his eyes: "Is the "Dragon Feeding Art" finished here?"

Yan Sanlang couldn't help swallowing the water when she looked at her picking up her crystal longan's eyes and putting it in her mouth, closing her eyes to enjoy it.

"Um."

"What do you want to eat?" She finally found that he was staring at her.

"think."

Qiansui stripped another longan and fed it to him, and took the core away thoughtfully.

At this time, the servants from the City Lord's Mansion came again and gave two other dinners.

After sending her away, Chitose sat down to the table and slowly started to move by himself: "What?"

This question was completely unfinished, but Yan Sanlang naturally continued: "In the past, I planned to use the inventory in the wooden bell when Zhenli built a nest in the Qihai. Unfortunately, this plan will be postponed again."

Yes, in the past, because of the problem of controlling the power of the true dragon by practicing "Dragon Feeding Art", he saved the rewards in the wooden bell every time he completed the task, and never took them. Over the years, the inventory of dozens of tasks of all sizes is considerable!

Thinking of his one-time income, Chitose is about to drool.

But Yan Sanlang also sighed: "It would be great if this thing was profitable."

"I think beautifully!" She envied and hated. However, the Guiyuan Realm of "The Dragon Feeding Art" was said to be the biggest difficulty of the entire secret. He rushed over with Fu Shengzi's bad luck and his injuries. If the editor of the author of this secret script knew, Bao Zhun was speechless.

"The twelve days will come, and Fu Shengzi's bad luck will end." It's a blessing that they both live. Yan Sanlang looked serious, "Next time..."

"Yeah, I will tell you in advance." Qiansui assured him in disappointment. The ghost knew that their last opponent would become a sea god envoy, or invade the enhanced version of the sea god envoy of Cangwu. The ghost knew that Zhuang Nanjia also sent his subordinates to lurk in. The Taoyuan that had been agreed was very secret. He might not have encountered thunderstorms for decades, and he might not have been able to get in?

Why are life and death enemies all coming?

The bad luck of Fu Shengzi is really evil.

The implicated Yan Xiaosan almost died. Thinking of this, Qiansui also knew that he must be cautious and cautious in using Fushengzi in the future.

She leaned closer to him and sniffed a few times: "Hey, it's time for you to take a shower." It's just right to change the topic quickly.

She went to find someone to prepare water.

The impact on the "Guiyuan" realm is another process of cutting down the tendons and marrow cleaning, which can clear out all the filth in the body of a stranger and the elixir accumulated over the years. However, Yan Sanlang usually pays attention to burning and simmering muscles and bones, and the elixirs he uses are of high quality, and there are very few remaining poisons. Otherwise, the first thing he needs to do when he wakes up is not to eat but take a bath.

Even so, he had a faint smell of fishy smell on his body.

The boy didn't want Asura to help him wash it. When the hot water came, Qiansui had to take off his shirt and carry him into the wooden barrel. In fact, she was willing to take off the two pieces below, but he kept holding them to her so she had to give up.

Yan Sanlang drove her out and then calmly took a hot bath. Fortunately, the gradually recovered Bingpo slowed down his heart and his blood flow rate greatly slowed down. Otherwise, soaking all over his body in hot water would easily cause a lot of burden.

Perhaps it was the first time in so many days that after nightfall, he started to have that dream of being ashamed to speak.

The woman in the dream still smiled repeatedly, and was as passionate as fire.

But this time, he finally saw her face clearly.

The boy suddenly woke up, stared at the gauze tent with his eyes open, and was stunned for a long time.

He remembers.

Although he was regulating his breathing during the period of impact on the Guiyuan Realm, he remembered clearly every detail that happened to him.

Qiansui she...

The white dumpling curled up at his hand raised his head and meowed inexplicably. Did the master get up before dawn?

Its injuries have not healed yet, and he cannot go out and jump around at night. He can only be with Yan Sanlang here. The boy scratched the white cat's neck and sighed.

The white cat looked at him, as if he smelled his distress.

"Heartless." He reached out and rubbed his face with difficulty.

Qianqian was inexplicably aware, is the master talking about it?

Yan Sanlang kept silent and continued to close his eyes.

It's still early before dawn, go to bed.

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After dinner, Wang Ming took Tu Xing'er to the north gate and climbed up the city wall.

There are defenders in the city gate tower, but not everyone can get up. He has to find the victorious king in advance.

Tu Xinger became more and more curious: "Okay, what are you doing here?" After asking twice before, Wang Mingzhi refused to say it.

"Look there." Wang Ming pointed straight to the north.

There is a small river to the north, and tall pine trees grow along the water, covering half of the valley.

Tu Xinger just walked through the forest yesterday and knew that the fir feathers in autumn turned red. Some were as dazzling as gold, while others were as deep as blood. The forests looked all over the distance and were so beautiful that they were so beautiful.

But now it was dark and the scenery was no longer visible.
Chapter completed!