As soon as Jun Lan said money, Jun Lancuo's eyes lit up, and he immediately smiled.

"Dear, how many laughs do you want?" Feng Lingluo blinked her eyes and looked at him expectantly.

"Uh......" he just said casually, and that's it? So you don't get angry?

Jun Lan mistakenly felt that it was a little simple to coax Feng Lingluo, and if Feng Lingluo was angry again in the future, she would still use this method to coax her.

"Not angry?" After Feng Ling fell into blood and made Jun Lan's mistake, Jun Lan said in pain.

In order to make Feng Lingluo happy, he really lost a lot of money, and gave Feng Lingluo all the money in the pianist's mansion.

"Of course it's fun!" Who can be unhappy with a lot of money, a lot of money has filled up her unhappiness.

"Then it's time for us to bandage your wounds!" Jun Lan glanced at the wound in Feng Lingluo's hand and said lightly.

"Good!" is in a good mood and happy to do anything, so Feng Lingluo readily agreed to Jun Lan's mistake.

In the process of bandaging, Jun Lan was careful every step of the way, and when he applied the medicine to Feng Lingluo, it was not light or heavy, just like a feather gently stroked, and Feng Lingluo did not feel a little pain at all.

Jun Lan didn't know what medicine he used, the effect of this medicine was obvious, not only the fragrance of lotus flowers, but also the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the back of his hands and fingers didn't even see a scar.

This is a good thing, if it was placed in that era, it would definitely be a big seller, of course, that era was not suitable for this kind of thing at all.

Feng Lingluo looked at the medicine in Jun Lan's wrong hand like a hungry wolf.

"I'll give you another laugh, you give me this medicine!" Feng Lingluo said, regardless of whether Jun Lan agreed or not, and quickly showed an innocent smile.

"Okay!" Jun Lan pursed his lips by mistake, and gave the medicine in his hand to Feng Lingluo aggrievedly, and reluctantly looked at the medicine ointment that fell on Feng Lingluo's hand.

"Lord, it's good for you to give her anything, but you used a hundred years of offensive power to collect a hundred years of lotus flowers to condense this small half bottle, wouldn't it be a loss to give Feng Lingluo like this!" Ya Wu'an suddenly jumped out at this time, standing in front of Jun Lancuo, and said dissatisfiedly.

Listening to the words of the cliff Wuan, Feng Ling shook his hand, no wonder Jun Lan was so distressed about this bottle of ointment.

A hundred years of offensive power for one person! It took a hundred years and a hundred years to collect the lotus flowers, and the process was so long.

"I don't want it!" Feng Lingluo stuffed the ointment back into Jun Lancuo's hand.

"The water that was spilled out of the things that was sent, where is there any reason to return it! Besides, a hundred years of offensive power is nothing, to me, it's nothing! Jun Lan said lightly.

Jun Lan didn't know why he spent so much energy to make this half bottle of dispensable ointment, but for many days, in his dream, there was a young man in white, lying in a coffin drenched in blood, with skin and flesh wounds all over his body.

The first time he dreamed about it, he was scared awake, and he wanted to go in and heal the wounds on the white man's body in a dream.

After that, he dreamed of the man in white several times in succession, and only later did he plan to refine this thankless bottle.

Although he lost his offensive power for a hundred years, it didn't seem to hurt him or not, and it didn't have much impact.

In fact, this bottle of ointment not only has the effect of healing wounds, but also has the effect of improving people's cultivation.