In the evening, the poet led them to the backyard behind the hut. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A small place was opened up, and some fruits and vegetables were planted, and there was a small open space in the middle, on which was a large wooden barrel, and a small fire was piled below, and bursts of water vapor were wafting from the barrel surface......

Take a potion bath!

Su Xiaozhu exclaimed in his heart, and then blushed. Why did he ask her to come with him in the shower...... It's shy to look at her blatantly.

"The medicine in it has a partial convulsive effect, and in the past, he would be in agony with fear and memory, but then once in a while, when he bathed in this medicine barrel, the situation was much better. The poet said very proudly, and his round and chubby body kept moving around the big wooden barrel, fanning the fire and discharging medicine.

Su Xiaozhu saw that he was tired and sweaty, and couldn't help but kindly step forward and take the fan in his hand.

"I don't know the amount of medicine, but I'm still very strong when the fan ignites. ”

The old and the young were busy in full swing.

The night demon's expression was cloudy, but when he saw that Su Xiaozhu was tired and sweaty, and tears came out of her tears from the smoke, he couldn't help but walk over to take over her work.

The poet on one side saw it, his round face huddled together, and his mouth began to mumble dissatisfiedly.

What's the use of raising an apprentice so big? The master was old and weak, and he didn't see a help, but a lively girl who treated her like a treasure. I knew that I wouldn't have saved him in the first place, so why bother to be a **** for ten years.

Su Xiaozhu saw that the lovely old man was thinking about it on the side, and couldn't help but greet him angrily and funny.

"Poet...... Sir, you are the only one responsible for this drugging work. No one knows how much medicine to put in it. If you come to help, I'm afraid you'll lose all your efforts. Although it seems very simple to watch him put medicine one by one, everyone's hand is different in size, and the amount of it is also different. If you put it randomly, it will be wasteful and will not achieve the best effect. She has always disdained this kind of thing to do with half the effort.

"Really?" the tail note dragged high to indicate that he was not so coaxing, but the expression on his face became happy.

Taking advantage of the fact that the night demon was fanning the fire without saying a word, Su Xiaozhu immediately went around to the other side of the poet, lowered his voice and whispered, "By the way, I want to ask you something--Xiao Yu, how did he become like this?" Which of those answers she guessed?

"What ......is he," the question brought the poet to his senses, and he glanced mysteriously in the direction of the night demon, and said in a voice like a mosquito bite, "he fell directly from the bottom of the cliff." Hit the head. So it's like this. Fortunately, with my careful care back then, Xiao Yu's head injury did not appear serious. ”

Didn't there be a major problem?

Su Xiaozhu immediately looked him up and down with suspicious eyes. No matter how you look at it, this fat old man looks like the owner of a restaurant and tavern outside, not like a doctor!

Her eyes probably revealed his thoughts, and the poet immediately added angrily, "Xiao Yu had no internal strength in martial arts back then, and he also suffered serious knife wounds and sword wounds on his body, and his five internal organs were damaged, plus he lost too much blood. He was a person who was difficult to save even the Da Luo Immortals, but I didn't close my eyes to take care of him for five days!"

Su Xiaozhu followed the description and imagined the weak appearance of the night demon covered in blood, and then found that his heart tightened as soon as he jumped. Very, very disliked feeling. It's annoying even to imagine!

After waking up, Xiao Yu is what he is now. The poet then explained, constantly grasping the medicine in his hand.

Looking at his dual-minded but unflustered appearance, Su Xiaozhu believed him a little.

But the Daredevil's transformation into two personalities just by hitting her head - something she couldn't accept anyway.

"Will it hypnotize?" asked with a heartbeat. He's pretty good at medicine, he probably can, right? I just don't know if it existed in ancient times.

"Hypnosis? what is that?" the poet asked, stunned for a moment, curious. Was this a medical technique? How could he have never heard of it?

"Well, it's just to put the family to sleep and then reminisce about the past. It's about the same as spiritualism......, right?" Almost, right?

The poet glanced at her, stopped talking, and returned to his focus on the herbs.

"Hey, why don't you talk?" The person who had a good conversation suddenly became a stuffy gourd, and she looked at her with that kind of look, she was very uncomfortable!

"Little bamboo girl, you shouldn't be strong. Sometimes it's cruel to expose someone's sore spots. Are you really not afraid that Xiao Yu's mind will be damaged again?" the poet was silent for a moment, and then said with unprecedented seriousness.

Su Xiaozhu was speechless, and when the poet went to the medicine barrel to put the medicine and returned to this side to pick up medicinal materials, he said in a low voice, "It's because I don't know anything about his past, so I can't help him share all the unhappiness." "She doesn't have other skills, but Xiaoqiang's skills are superb. Nothing could make her half-dead and schizophrenic.

She wasn't worried about anything, just worried that too deep a knot in her heart would make the Daredevil more bt than she already was. Heart disease also needs heart medicine, and if there is any pain, it is always good to have someone to share it.

When everything was ready, the Daredevil, at the behest of both of them, mainly her, stripped off his clothes and sat down in the barrel.

Su Xiaozhu probed her brain, "No one will suddenly come to the backyard, right?"

"No, it won't. I told you. The poet said decisively. Don't look at Xiao Yu's virtue, but his other apprentices respect their teachers very much.

"Oh. All right. Su Xiaozhu was on the side to help fan the wind and fire, and from time to time he got up to help the night demon wipe the sweat oozing from his forehead. Although he is now in the bubble, there is no difference between wiping and not wiping. But if she wants to peek at other people's beautiful and well-proportioned bodies, this extra step still needs to be done.

No way, there is a thing called public image in the world. She still wants to keep it. So you can't do it too blatantly.

The poet observes the Night Demon as he observes her.

When the Daredevil began to frown and moan, he flashed to the side and waited for the exchange to pass. Xiaozhu didn't dare to act rashly, and followed the poet to hide aside.

"What if he encounters someone attacking him at this time?" Su Xiaozhu was worried about this possibility. At this time, he didn't have the slightest ability to parry.

"No, it won't. He is not famous in the rivers and lakes. If it weren't for revenge, he wouldn't have gone out casually! In addition, he has disguised himself, has no money and no appearance, and if someone sneaks up on him, then he can only be blamed for his bad luck. The poet gave her a blank look and argued. Transfiguration was taught by him, and he was confident. (To be continued.) )