Fairy Tale glanced out the window, and sure enough, it was already dark.

"Okay, let's go down right away. Tong Hua hurriedly agreed, packed the prepared medicine one by one, and went downstairs to bring dinner.

Because of his mobility difficulties, Bei Yan has been dining upstairs during this time, and fairy tales are naturally with him.

After dinner, the two decisively ran to the herb room again.

Tong Hua used special herbs to make a little medicinal juice, picked out one of the poisons made in the afternoon, carefully hidden in the nails little by little, and then soaked in the medicinal juice slightly, unless it was popped out with ingenuity or ejaculated with internal force, it was generally the same as normal.

Masters of using poison will have a little fingernails to some extent, and the back of a person's fingernails is one of the best places to hide drugs.

Of course, the previous Beiyan also remained, but the current Beiyan did not, and he had to wait a few days.

For the sake of safety, Fairy Tale still packed some pinched extremely small pills in a bottle and handed them to Bei Yan just in case.

Just after breakfast the next day, Uncle Wang came to report that the wattle grass had arrived.

The two of them lifted their spirits and moved to the medicinal herb room, and saw a small box of wattle grass in the middle.

Sure enough, in an environment suitable for the growth of wattle grass, there are still a lot of wattle grasses.

Tong Hua took out more than a dozen wattle grasses, pinched off the roots and put them away, and threw away the rest, for them, only the roots were useful.

After putting it away, he took out the pile of medicinal herbs he had prepared yesterday, pulled a wooden barrel to the bathroom door, stopped, and turned his head to look at Beiyan.

Bei Yan immediately pretended not to see it and looked up at the ceiling.

Fairy tale......

"Don't you avoid it?" After a stalemate, Fairy Tale finally couldn't help but speak.

"I'll give you the Dharma protector, what if there is an enemy. As if he was afraid that he would not believe in fairy tales, he hurriedly added: "You forgot, there are still a few spies hidden in the North House that have not yet been found." ”

Tong Hua was speechless, so he had to pull the wooden bucket into the bathroom, turn on the faucet and put hot water in the wooden bucket, and go out to take all the medicinal materials used in the medicinal bath.

The door slammed shut.

One of the most convenient things about this world is that you don't need to boil water little by little, and hot water is available at any time.

Bei Yan saw that the fairy tale no longer paid attention to himself, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just kidding, he was afraid that the spy was on the one hand, so he pinched the herb in his hand, in case the fairy tale couldn't stand it, he could throw the neutralizing herb into it in time.

Fairy Tale closed the door, reached out to test the temperature of the water, and threw all the herbs used in the medicinal bath.

Fairy Tale looked at the barrel, and then looked at the two neutralizing herbs in his hand, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and still didn't throw it in.

Pull a small case to the most convenient position, and put the two herbs on it.

She wants to fight, but she doesn't want to die.

Fairy turned her head to look at the closed bathroom door, quickly undressed and jumped into the bucket.

Soaking in warm water, the pores of the whole body instantly open up, making it extremely comfortable.

Fairy Tale sat cross-legged, and although she had made up her mind, she struggled for a moment at the moment.

I don't know if this body cultivation of the Falling Flower Heart Sutra will be counterattacked.

Fairy Tale gritted her teeth, and she will regurgitate it, it's a big deal to raise it for a few years and re-practice others, the Falling Flower Heart Sutra is like something that is integrated into her soul, if she doesn't give up without trying, she will not be willing to do so anyway.

Having made up her mind, she immediately sat up straight, silently reciting the mantra of the Falling Flower Heart Sutra, running as before, trying to draw out a little internal force.

No.

Or not.

The temperature in the bathroom is getting higher and higher, the walls and glass doors are already crawling with dense water droplets, and the thick fog shrouds the figures inside almost invisible.

The water in the barrel had turned pale black, the bare skin of the children's painting had been flushed with the potion, and a strand of uncoiled hair was attached to the back, and the tips of the hair had submerged into the water, and the part that emerged from the water had become charred yellow.

A slight "boom-boom" sound came out, but it was a fairy tale that was frozen and her teeth chattered.

The fairy tale struggled against the coldness emanating from the bones, and the heart was even more desolate.

Regurgitation, if a non-Tong family cultivates the Heart Sutra, the meridians will be cold all over the body and the meridians will condense and die.

I am like this now, and I really responded to this symptom.

It seems that today we will not be able to avoid this catastrophe.

It's just, it's a pity for him.

Thin cracks appeared on the red skin, but no blood flowed out, and the fairy tale instantly felt a warm current in her body, and her brain cleared up.

I am always so willful, so self-righteous, I was in my past life, and I am still now.

The last time he was tired, he died like himself, and again, he still acted so recklessly.

I'm gone, what should he do?

The chill emanating from the body became heavier and heavier, and the body gradually became cold again.

The fairy tale's thoughts were a little chaotic, and I just thought about it in my head, she died, and Bei Yan was alone in such a strange world, what should I do.

His legs are not good yet, there are so many unknown enemies around him, does he have so many means in his previous life, how should he be good.

Beiyan——

I'm sorry –

I'm sorry –

I'm sorry –

The temperature of the potion in the bucket was so high that it began to bubble slightly, but Fairy still didn't feel the warmth, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and lost consciousness.

She thought that it was a rare gift from God to be able to do it all over again, and she was afraid that she would never see that person again.

Chirp Chirp –

Chirp Chirp –

A few crisp birdsong sounds as if in a dream.

It's -- birdsong --

Fairy tale thought subconsciously.

Xiao Yan, let's drink some porridge, your body is not well yet, and it's not a matter if you don't eat-

That's right, how can the body be good if you don't eat.

The fairy tale is chaotic and secretly agrees.

Xiao Yan, let's eat something, the doctor has said that this is a skin burn, and the internal organs are not injured, and it will be fine soon-

It was the worried voice that spoke again.

It's Xiao Yan again, this Xiao Yan is really happy.

Thoughts fluttering and wandering thoughts are about to fly out again.

Suddenly, my shoulder hurt, as if I had been pricked by a needle, and my brain suddenly woke up.

I'm not dead?

instantly recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, and the fairy tale was suddenly surprised and delighted.

Xiao Yan –

That's Ling Ling shouting Beiyan!

Beiyan.

The fairy tale struggled to open her eyes, but felt that her body did not obey her and did not move.

What to do, what to do.

The fairy tale anxiously wanted to open her eyes and sit up, but she couldn't even move her fingers

Hiss - another pain in the shoulder, the fairy tale opened his eyes instantly, gasping for breath, and felt like he was alive again.

turned his head, but saw Bei Yan's hand frozen in half a hole, holding a needle in his hand, looking at him in a daze, and his beautiful apricot eyes were full of red bloodshots.