Zhao Yufan ate the food given by Ye Cheng beautifully, but it was warm in his heart, and he looked at Ye Cheng tenderly and sweetly, as if he wanted to melt him into a gentle gaze.

After eating, Zhao Yufan began to tell Ye Cheng about some interesting things that happened on the way, about the pain when she found out that Ye Cheng might fall off the cliff, and the process of trying everything to get off the cliff.

Ye Cheng just listened quietly, through the hazy moonlight, he could clearly see every delicate expression on Zhao Yufan's face at this moment, and he seemed to be able to understand Zhao Yufan's mood.

At this moment, Ye Cheng looked at the girl in front of him, and his mood was really complicated.

"Brother Ye. May I ask if you are in any danger. What is the matter with your visit? Zhao Yufan spoke softly and asked cautiously, she was afraid of touching Ye Cheng's sensitive nerves, or secrets, so her words were a little weak and cautious.

"Well, I came here to look for a little spiritual grass for cultivation, and when I encountered danger, I accidentally heard the secret of the cultivator, so I want to kill people and kill people." Ye Cheng smiled and explained simply.

"How can this person be so cruel, just listening to some secrets, just to kill people and kill people." Zhao Yufan's face turned red, and he said angrily.

"Cultivators seem to be very remarkable, but sometimes the life of a cultivator is very low. In your eyes, cultivators are definitely much stronger than ordinary people, but the fragility of their lives is even inferior to ordinary people, and it is easier to lose their lives. Ye Cheng said with some emotion, these are also some words that have always been in his heart, and now he said them to Zhao Yufan.

"Ahh Zhao Yufan was very surprised when she heard this, she saw Ye Cheng's speed like a hurricane at that time, and thought that cultivators were much better than them ordinary people, but now it seems that cultivators also have a lot of helplessness.

"Hehe, let's not talk about that, every world has its own different rules of survival." Ye Cheng said.

"Hmm. Brother Ye, can I join you tomorrow. Zhao Yufan's eyes were like stars in the night sky, looking at Ye Cheng brightly.

"Okay. But we're down here now, and we don't know where it is. If you want to follow me, you must listen to me, I am afraid that I will encounter some danger. Ye Cheng agreed in one bite.

"Hmm. It's all up to you. Zhao Yufan smiled sweetly and agreed, just like a little daughter-in-law, even the ability that she had recently exercised at work had completely disappeared.

"Yufan, you're tired, just go to bed early. I probably won't sleep tonight, I'm going to practice and try to recover a little bit of strength, no one knows what we'll encounter next, I have to have some strength to keep you safe. Ye Cheng said.

"I just woke up, and I still can't sleep. Go ahead and leave me alone. Zhao Yufan listened to Ye Cheng's words, his heart was extremely wonderful, and his heart was a little rippling, how could he sleep now, asking her to go to sleep now, isn't it torture.

After listening to Zhao Yufan's words, Ye Cheng just didn't care about her, now that he was seriously injured, he really needed to recover his strength soon.

He sat down cross-legged, but in his mind he was thinking about what could make him recover his strength quickly, and he had scanned the space several times, but he found that the only thing that could speed up his recovery seemed to be the spiritual spring and the wild ginseng that he dug up on the road.

He used the spiritual spring uninterruptedly every day, and the effect of the spiritual spring on the cultivator's recovery from such a serious injury was very small, so the effect was very poor at all.

But something is always much better than nothing, so he also used the spiritual spring to clean up all his external wounds, drank a few sips of the spiritual spring, and took out the wild ginseng dug up on the road.

In the process of Ye Cheng's cultivation, except for the spiritual spring, the other things that assisted in cultivation were all unused, it was not that Ye Cheng didn't want to use them, but he didn't have this condition.

He carefully looked at the wild ginseng in his hand again, and the first time he used it, he believed that the effect should be relatively good, and it could play a greater role in his injury recovery.

Ye Cheng was preparing to recover from his injuries on the side, but Zhao Yufan, who was not sleepy at the moment, just looked at Ye Cheng blankly on the side, his eyes were not blinking.

After being cleaned, Ye Cheng bit off a piece into his mouth and chewed it a few times, Ye Cheng just felt that there was a spiritual energy spraying into the body in the wild ginseng, and the five internal organs felt a little hot, this spiritual energy is much purer than the spiritual spring, and it is the essence of the wild ginseng formed by decades of introversion, and now it is all escaping and pouring into the limbs.

Ye Cheng saw that there was an effect, that is, he swallowed all the remaining wild ginseng in one bite, and began to run the cultivation route that he had been running silently for the past few months, wanting to digest this pure and restrained aura faster.

As soon as Ye Cheng's practice route was running, the spiritual power was flowing at an accelerated pace, but he was originally seriously injured, and when he was running the practice route, the injuries in his body were involved.

Ye Cheng gritted his teeth, endured the pain of tearing his whole body, and silently ran the cultivation route over and over again, and the aura in his body suddenly roared, surging rapidly like a tide, twice as fast as the aura slowly penetrated into the body by itself.

Following the operation of Ye Cheng, some injured places, like a sponge, greedily devoured the pure aura that rushed over, and the cells that originally seemed to be shriveled gradually regained their vitality.

Of course, these places where Ye Cheng recovered quickly were only the places where Ye Cheng was relatively slightly injured, and in some places, the influx of spiritual energy was like a drop of water seeping into the sea, and it couldn't stir up any waves.

Zhao Yufan looked at Ye Cheng, who was in great pain, his heart was pinched together, a pair of small hands wrapped in strips of cloth grabbed the clothes on his body, and his teeth were also bitten together, as if the person who suffered was her.

Zhao Yufan's hands clutching her clothes at this moment were indeed very painful, but her whole body and mind were all on Ye Cheng's body, and she was unaware of her situation at the moment.

Although watching Ye Cheng endure great pain, Zhao Yufan did not dare to disturb Ye Cheng.

The night seemed extraordinarily long, but it also flowed quietly like flowing water. (To be continued.) )