Only then did he walk back, seeing that Qu Feng was still standing in the same place, not disappearing as usual, pointing to the chair and saying:

"It will take an hour to boil the medicine, you can sit there and wait."

"No need." Qu Feng shook his head, still standing in the distance, holding his chest with both hands, just about to hold a sword in his hand, that is the cold and glamorous appearance of a fully masked female swordsman.

Ming Yulong saw that she was probably not used to sitting on a chair as a hidden guard, and she was not reluctant, she lay on the chair, flipped through it, and took out a book from the book brought by the female blacksmith last time and read it.

I don't know how many years ago this book was recorded, and the way it was recorded was somewhat different from what it is now.

Ming Yulong struggled to read, but he struggled to find the available information.

"Miss, the medicine is ready." Feng'er came over with medicinal soup outside, and Ming Yulong raised his head, remembering that Qu Feng was still here, so Feng'er could see it, how to explain it.

But Feng'er didn't react, she looked back, and sure enough, she didn't see Qu Feng.

"You put the medicine there, and then boil the other." Ming Yulong nodded and said towards Feng'er.

After they were gone, Ming Yulong picked up the medicinal soup, the smell of the nose made her frown instinctively, she gritted her teeth and put it to her mouth.

"Have you figured it out?" Qu Feng reappeared in place, his hand in front of the bowl, and asked.

"At this time, are you still afraid that I will regret it?" Ming Yulong raised his eyebrows, and in order to confirm that he had made up his mind, he brushed aside Qu Feng's hand, held his breath, and poured it down in one gulp.

"That's it!" Ming Yulong quickly threw the bowl aside, rushed to the bed and lay down, "You quickly stop the internal force in my chest, I remember that the time of this medicine is very fast." ”

Qu Feng was still a little skeptical that she could drink the potion at once, but now seeing that she was faster than eating, he was silent for a while, walked over and stood in front of her, with a slight worry in his eyes,

"If you're uncomfortable, tell me right away."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to joke with my life!" After Ming Yulong smiled, he closed his eyes. It's a bit strange to ask her to look at Qu Feng so casually.

After about a stick of incense, there was something strange in the body, as if there was really a stream of air coming out of the stomach, accompanied by a faint pain.

She frowned, feeling the air flow begin to float through her body, as if she was finding her way to her heart, and finally all converged to that location.

It hurts, it hurts.

It's like something is drilling through the veins, and the thin veins can't withstand the pain of something too big and expanding.

They are constantly surging in their hearts, as if they are looking for something.

Ming Yulong's fingers clenched the sheets tightly, her eyebrows and eyes furrowed, she finally understood that Rong Yiwei's face would quickly turn white at that time, such pain was really not something ordinary people could bear.

Qu Feng has been paying attention to her expression, seeing that her expression is the same as that of Shizi, her eyes are condensed, staring at the girl's white face like tissue paper, beads of sweat falling from her forehead like rain, wetting the entire pillow.

But she bit her lip tightly, and she didn't even snort.

There was a hint of probing in her eyes, "How's it going?" ”

"Okay, what about you?" Ming Yulong was in pain, and when he heard Qu Feng's question, it was difficult, and word by word came out of his mouth.