Don't make a fuss [1]
"Although the Soul Locking Spell locks in your internal forces, these internal forces are not non-existent.
It is entrenched in your dantian, pure and domineering. If there is an influx of other internal forces, it will inevitably be counterattacked.
Two different internal forces are wrestling and fighting in your body, and no matter which one wins, your body will be damaged.
Therefore, until you have unlocked the Soul Locking Curse, you should not cultivate any other internal forces. ”
After a while, she heard Luo Shui's knock on the door again, and this time she still brought a wooden plate, but the contents of the bowl on the top were replaced by black medicinal juice instead of meat porridge.
"What is this?" Ming Yulong smelled the heavy smell of medicine, his brows tightened, and his body kept facing back to avoid the rich smell.
Rong Yi pushed one of the bowls in front of her, "This is a medicine to treat wounds, speed up healing, replenish blood and qi, and be good for your wounds." ”
Ming Yulong tilted his head and squinted at the medicine bowl, pinched his nose and said angrily: "I don't like to eat this, take it away." ”
There was softness in Rong Yi's eyes, "The medicine is all like this, the good medicine is bitter and good for the disease, just drink it in one go." ”
"Don't!" Ming Yulong stretched out a finger and pushed the medicine bowl open.
She didn't like to drink Chinese medicine since she was a child, and she was dizzy when she smelled it.
If you are sick, you would rather go for injections, and then there will be Western medicine.
Rong Yi put her fingers on the edge of the medicine bowl, her eyes swept over her wrinkled little face, her lips provoked a leisurely arc, and nodded:
"I told Ming Wang Ye that you will send you back when you are well, and you refuse to drink this medicine now, do you want to stay with me for a longer time?
It's okay like this, if you don't drink this medicine, the wound will gradually heal, so don't drink it. ”
“……”
Ming Yulong looked at her right hand that couldn't move, and flattened her mouth, she could only use her left hand to use a spoon to drink porridge just now, and she could only pick and choose if she wanted to pick some side dishes.
"Don't you have that amazing ointment, and it's good to apply a touch of it?"
Rong Yi sighed softly: "Your hands are almost not injured to the bones, I naturally smeared the best ointment for you, but for such a wound, it is not just a matter of applying some ointment."
You shed a lot of blood, remember? Just now you got up dizzy and had a headache, which is related to blood loss. ”
"Okay, I'll drink." Ming Yulong looked at the bowl of medicinal juice as if she was dead, and when she drank it, half of it leaked out, so that it could be half less bitter.
Before she could stretch out her hand, Rong Yi had already lifted it and sent it to her lips, "Your hands and feet are inconvenient, lest you can't hold it well and splash me all over the house." ”
Looking at her paws, Ming Yulong snorted, closed her eyes and took a sip on the edge of the bowl, a strong smell of medicine stained the tip of her tongue, so bitter that her facial features were about to be deformed.
Tilting his head and saying, "I don't drink anymore!" It's so bitter, so bitter! ”
Rong Yi looked at the medicine bowl in her hand that had not reduced the amount at all, this little girl is usually not afraid of heaven and earth, how can drinking medicine be the same as chopping her meat.
With a gentle stroke of his fingers on her back, Ming Yulong's action of wanting to spit out the medicine turned into swallowing, and Rong Yi immediately tilted the bowl to let the medicine flow into her mouth.
It's so bitter......
It's hard for her......
Dead Rongyi, you are too ruthless!
Ming Yulong glared at Rong Yi fiercely with a pair of watery eyes, eager to slaughter him!
But I don't know where Lu Dao Rongyi moved her hands and feet, she couldn't move at all, in order not to be choked to death, she could only be forced to drink the medicine in a big gulp.