Master, is it really good for you to gloat so much? At the beginning, you ordered me to go to Yuegongzi in the middle of the night.

If you hadn't asked me to go to him, how could I have happened to meet him in the shower, causing me to be unnoticed and discovered.

Then Yue Gongzi got rid of the silver needle, in order to escape, I first stepped on several precious herbs, and then accidentally broke into the pharmacy, and finally accidentally knocked over the medicine furnace, destroying the pill that is said to be the Yue Gongzi refining for seven seven hundred and forty-nine days, and it was almost the last step to refine the good pill.

Ahh

Yue Gongzi, please let it go.

After crying in his heart, Fei Yi still had to resign himself to work.

His speed was very fast, and in a short time, the water needed for the medicinal bath was ready.

Immediately after, he glanced around, took a long sigh, patted his chest with a relaxed face, and said to Sang Moyu, who was sitting at the table:

"Master, I'm going to make soup." After speaking, he immediately pulled out his legs and ran away without waiting for Sang Moyu to speak.

Sang Moyu looked at the figure of Fei Yi who fled into the wilderness, and laughed for a while: "It seems that Bai Hua has done something to make Fei Yi, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, like this." ”

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"You have to hold on, if you die like this, I'm afraid that my little Bangchun Hall will be flooded on a cloudy day."

As soon as Sang Moyu's words fell, Yue Baiyu walked into the door and said indifferently.

He held a medicine basket in his right hand, which contained several medicinal herbs that had been dried in advance, and in his left hand held two blue and white porcelain vases, which were probably the medicinal liquids he had refined himself.

"I didn't expect Bai Hua to tell such a cold joke." Sang Moyu laughed, as if he only knew him today.

Yue Baihua glanced at him faintly, his face expressionless.

"Close the door, keep up." With that, he walked behind a screen with two clusters of overlapping light purple orchids.

Sang Moyu shrugged his shoulders and followed him leisurely.

If you let Youyu Lingshuang see that Sang Moyu was poisoned by her, but she still looks calm and relaxed, I am afraid that her face will become darker than Sang Moyu's face that has turned black due to poisoning.

Sang Moyu slowly untied his robe, revealing his skin as smooth as jade, and his perfect and well-proportioned figure was exposed to the air, which made people's blood surge.

He walked barefoot to the steaming tub, his slender thighs stepped into it, and in a blink of an eye he sat down, leaving only his head and the black hair that was clinging to the back of his neck because of the droplets of water were still out of the water.

"Too much water." Yue Baihua frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he slashed his right palm on the bath bucket, and in an instant, the water around Sang Moyu splashed.

The strength and precision are so good that the tub won't be damaged and the people sitting inside won't be harmed, and the splash cleverly avoids the people sitting inside, so that they don't get completely wet.

In fact, these Sang Moyu can do it himself, but he knows that Yue Baihua, as soon as he gets sick, he will enter a realm of selflessness, at that time he is like a god yin who purifies all beings, with a gentle smile on his face, full of kindness and holiness.

But at the same time the most dangerous, if you are a disobedient patient, then he will definitely let you experience what is called a storm, the greatest contrast ever.

Sang Moyu dared to guarantee that if he did it himself, then the result would definitely not be what he wanted to see.

Yue Baihua had nothing else in his eyes at the moment except for detoxification, only to see that he first slowly added the medicinal materials he brought to the bath bucket in order, and then uncorked one of the two blue and white porcelain bottles, and poured the medicinal liquid into it.

Gurgling - The potion suddenly made a noise, and the water surface kept bubbling, and the originally colorless potion began to gradually turn brown.

After a while, when the color was stable, Yue Baihua poured another bottle of liquid.

At this time, the bubbles boiled more visibly, and the color gradually changed to jet black.

Sang Moyu closed his eyes, exercised his breathing, and his complexion began to slowly return to normal.

On the collarbone, which is very sexy and exposed in the water, there is a scar that is not very inconspicuous, but the shape is very special.

The scar is about the size of an adult woman's tiny fingernail and is shaped like a budding cherry blossom.