It was night, and after Yan Zhaowei's breathing was stable, An Baobao secretly acted under the cover of moonlight.

Only then did a certain one notice that Yan Zhaowei actually occupied a main peak by himself, and more importantly, the geographical location of this main peak...... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like what you can get with his status.

There is also a saying in the world of cultivating immortals, and some directions and locations are indeed good, and Luo An'an has also learned a little bit with Jinhao Immortal Venerable. The place where Yan Zhaowei lives at the moment is clearly one of the best feng shui treasures in Xungu. And the other one opposite this main peak is hung with white flags, which happens to be another feng shui treasure.

A certain fox thought about it, and finally jumped to the opposite side.

"Ahem, it's a bit windy today. ”

The sick and weak beauty under the moon coughed lightly, and the maid on the side immediately put on a heavy furry cloak for him.

"Holy Son, it's cold at night, why don't you go back and rest. ”

The words of these two made An Baobao, who was eavesdropping on the side, a little confused, it looked at the hair on its tail that was gently blown by the wind, where is the wind strong? Such a small wind at this time is nothing at all!

Luo An'an continued to look over and found that this beauty was very thin, not an exaggeration to say that it was so thin that it seemed that only a skeleton was left under the skin. But that elegant appearance and temperament made him look a little comfortable.

An Baobao instantly felt that this person's body was really empty, and he was afraid of cold even such a little breeze. His hair was also scattered, and the small head seemed to be unable to bear any weight other than hair. His skin was very white, waxy white, white to the point of being somewhat transparent. His eyes are also extraordinarily large because of his thinness, and the whole person is like a crystal doll.

One of his forepaws curled up looked at him worriedly, lest his slender waist be crushed by the heavy cloak.

How, how is this man so weak! Isn't he living on the best main peak?

At this moment, another maid came into the courtyard. Luo An'an's sharp eyes saw that she was holding a sunken wooden plate steadily, and a jade bowl with a large capacity was placed on the plate.

"Holy Son, drink the medicine. The woman's voice carried a hint of pity.

The smell of medicine drifted into Luo An'an's nose along the wind, and one of them sniffed, and the medicinal materials used were very similar to the decoction that Yan Zhaowei took today. The difference is that there seem to be a few rarer spirit plants in this bowl of medicine.

The sick and weak beauty frowned slightly, and resisted a little: "I don't know how many days I have to live in this body, why waste these medicines!"

"Holy Son, don't say these words, your body will only be better after drinking the medicine. The maid who served the medicine seemed to be a little older, and her words were a little vicissitudes: "I'm an old slave, please beg you, can you drink the medicine?"

The Holy Son smiled bitterly and said, "Aunt Mo, the medicine is really bitter. I've been drinking it every day since I came here, and I've been drinking it for hundreds of years. Now that I'm finally about to be freed, can't you just let me go happily?"

This is really sad. The handmaid who spoke, who had been holding the medicine steadily, trembled a little. She has served the Son for hundreds of years, watching him grow up, how can she not know this. The Holy Son is actually the most bitter and hates drinking medicine. But if you don't drink the medicine, you can't drink it...... Fear...... I'm afraid I won't even be able to survive tomorrow!

The maid hardened her heart, held the medicine bowl in front of the Holy Son, and said tremblingly: "Please drink the medicine!"

The sick and weak beauty looked down for a while, but finally relented, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all.

"That's it, no matter what, my life and medicine are inseparable. Every time I think of it, I only have a full bitter taste, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to get rid of this medicinal fragrance even if I die!"