Zhou Mao talked about his master, his demeanor was completely different, very solemn, without a trace of playfulness, and said solemnly: "My master has already arrived, after the crack in the passage was opened by the Demon Venerable, the Emperor of the People and my master joined forces to hide from the sky and the sea, my master entered the passage, set up a peerless array, and blocked the support of the Demon Realm, otherwise why do you think it has been so long, only the Demon Venerable and the Blood Demon have arrived." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xia Xin showed a look of surprise, at that time everyone was puzzled, the passage had been opened, there should not be only two demons, it turned out that Cheng Hui was blocking in front. Then Xia Xin asked in surprise: "You just said how long I was in a coma?"

"Ten days!"

Affirmed, Xia Xin showed an anxious look, in that secret room will definitely not be less than three days, now there is a coma for ten days, that is to say, he has participated in this trade fair for nearly half a month, the eagle hair and the Hanshan arm that was saved by himself, they are still in the inn, something has happened for so long, the latter still doesn't care too much about Xia Xin, but the eagle hair is a person in his father's lineage, in order to protect the ninety-five barrel and even fled from the east to Beichuan, but he can't ignore it, and then the phantom monkey and the moon monkey are still there, he can't let it go.

"Hey, you are seriously injured and have not recovered, what are you doing when you get up?" Zhou Mao saw that he wanted to get out of bed, and immediately stopped, before leaving, the master had explained, he couldn't let this guy have an accident, plus he felt okay about this guy in the Nine Hidden Ladder last time, and a demon king wanted to kill him that day, only this guy had a facial paralysis (can't laugh) who loved to talk big and brag, and there was no third one who provoked the Shadow Demon King in order to save himself.

So whether it is public or private, Zhou Mao can make Xia Xin mess around.

Xia Xin wanted to stand up, but found that as soon as he exerted his strength, the pain in his body increased rapidly, so that he couldn't give birth to any strength, and was stopped by Zhou Mao, so he had to sit on the bed, but he looked at Zhou Mao and said sincerely: "Can you help me find a few people?"

"Okay, but.." Zhou Mao's eyes rolled, although he agreed with his mouth, he also put forward conditions, the old man who spoke in a loud voice, touched his chin and squinted at Xia Xin, he looked like the legendary bad uncle. Xia Xin immediately grabbed the futon, covered himself, and said in a panic: "What do you want to do?

Zhou Mao suddenly patted his forehead and said speechlessly: "You cooperated really well." As he spoke, he walked back, picked up the jade bowl on the table and chair, and then came to the bed, looked at Xia Xin, who had regained his calm, handed the bowl over, and then took out a white vial and put it next to the bed, and said lightly:

"As long as you, heal my wounds and let me take care of them. ”

Xia Xin took the jade bowl, which presented a pale black soup, but it was not pungent, but exuded a faint fragrance, and glanced at Zhou Mao, who was looking at him kindly, and suddenly wondered, but he didn't think much about it, and opened his mouth to drink.

The sound of water spraying, followed by a violent cough, Xia Xin's hand wrapped in a white bandage was affected, causing the jade bowl to fly out, but Zhou Mao next to him seemed to have been prepared, and he took the jade bowl without spilling a drop of soup in the arrow step.

"Why is it so bitter?" At this time, Xia Xin, who was choked, recovered, frowned and looked at Zhou Mao, who was agile, and his eyes were suspicious, did this guy do it on purpose? No wonder his eyes were so strange just now, he originally wanted to see his appearance, and he must have been like this, that day in the Nine Ladders, he deceived him that his body was not strong, but he didn't tease him less.

Zhou Mao stepped forward and handed the jade bowl again, but his mouth was not salty and said: "Good medicine is bitter, you are too badly injured, you don't need to be too slow to heal with strong medicine, you don't want to sit on the bed for a long time, right?"

"Is that so?" Xia Xin was skeptical, but he still took the jade bowl, and he was very surprised in his heart, the soup in this bowl was obviously a fragrant breath, but when he drank it in his mouth, it was ten thousand times bitterer than the so-called Coptis chinensis, and his tongue was so bitter that he didn't feel it.

Grunt

Xia Xin gritted his teeth and was ruthless, and drank it all directly with his head raised, and then his face twitched, and an unimaginable bitterness spread in his mouth, but he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately meditated cross-legged, because he felt that the soup he drank was turning into a warm current, reaching his limbs and bones.

Zhou Mao looked at Xia Xin, who was sitting precariously and closed his eyes, he couldn't help but admire this young man who was younger than himself, whether it was the trip to the Nine Hidden Ladders or this demonic disaster, this young man played a certain role.

He studied under Cheng Hui, backed by the king's realm, his knowledge is by no means comparable to ordinary peers, not to mention that his vision is almost higher than the sky, there are many friends who have a relationship or shallow friendship, and there are several who have deep friendships, they are all top geniuses of various races and sects, or apprentices after the king and above the origin, each of them has a prominent identity and a very hard background, but Zhou Mao found at this moment that those so-called geniuses are afraid to be ashamed of themselves in front of this person, because he himself had such an idea just now.

In the two demon tribulations, the most outstanding performance was not Zuo Hao, not Emperor Wuwei, not the woman of the Immortal Spirit Clan, not even him Zhou Mao, but this fifth-order boy.

"En?" Zhou Mao's eyes suddenly widened, why is it fifth-order? How long has it been since the separation of the Nine Shadow Ladders? A few months, right? And it seems that he is only weak, and there is no unstable foundation, obviously he was not forcibly promoted, and this cultivation speed is too fast, right? Although there have been great changes in heaven and earth now, and the realms in front of the Holy Rank are all very well promoted, but a few months of the First Order is too unbelievable, right? You must know that he was only in the middle stage of the Martial Sect that day.

If Zhou Mao knew that Xia Xin had not only reached the realm of the Martial King, but even his mental power had been promoted to the third level of the Pen King, and even his physical body was on par with the realm of spiritual power, would he have opened his mouth wide enough to put down a hand.

When Zhou Mao was thinking to himself, Xia Xin had already absorbed all the medicinal effects of turning those soups into warm currents, slowly called it a day, opened his eyes openly, and just saw a round and hairy fleshy face opposite, he couldn't help touching his cheeks, and wondered, "What's wrong?"

The voice sounded, pulling the little fat man back from the world, Zhou Mao stopped and asked without answering, "Who are you looking for?"

How does it feel like he's getting weird.. Xia Xin muttered to himself, and then told him the addresses of the eagle hair, the phantom monkey couple, the Hanshan arm, etc., kept the characteristics of everyone in mind, and said the purpose of the vial next to the bed, and then threw out a silver war spear, placed it diagonally on the side of the bed, and Zhou Mao left in a hurry.

Xia Xin looked at the former's back and muttered, "What the hell?" immediately shook his head, didn't care about him, picked up the white vial, pulled out the red cloth with the cap, and suddenly a fragrant breath wafted out from it.

However, Xia Xin did not show the appearance of enjoyment, but looked vigilant, he had experienced this kind of trap just now, it seemed to be delicious on the surface, but when you really wait for you to eat, you really know how to write the word 'bitter'.