The slave's face was pale, and he stretched out his hand in self-abandonment, looked inside, gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever said I was afraid, change it." ”

Zhu Fayun laughed narrowly and reached out to support his arm.

Her technique is indeed very skillful, I saw that she peeled off the original bandage in three strokes and two blows, the black ointment was actually used to lubricate the place where the cloth was sticking to the flesh, and there was no pain when she tore it off, but she felt a cool feeling of the wound on her arm.

Jinu turned his head in surprise and asked, "Why doesn't it hurt at all?" ”

But seeing that Zhu Fayun was pouring some transparent liquid out of a small jar, mixed in the black bowl, I saw that the thick black ointment immediately melted inside, it was just like the method, the liquid in the small bowl was extremely pure, and there was no black residue, she picked up another clean cloth, dipped a little of the liquid, and gently pressed it on the wound of the slave.

"Ah~!" The originally comfortable arm suddenly ushered in an almost devastating pain, and the slave couldn't help but scream, but fortunately he was still prepared, and finally did not faint, and said angrily: "You! You definitely did it on purpose!! ”

The corners of Zhu Fayun's mouth turned up slightly, but her hand did not stop at all, she forced a smile and said: "You misunderstood, this is how the elixir of my tile coffin temple was used, you look at your wounds, is it much cleaner." ”

Jinu looked at it intently, and sure enough, near the wound on his arm, the flesh and blood that had not had time to scab over was originally a blur, but after being wiped with this potion, the skin and flesh were a little white, and the blood had completely stopped, as if it was about to heal.

He looked at Zhu Fayun suspiciously, his heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "This medicine is so magical, but I don't know if you know the prescription?" ”

Zhu Fayun avoided his gaze and said humbly: "How can my little monk know, you have to ask my uncle." ”

She originally wanted to take this opportunity to help the slave "clean" more, but seeing his pale face, she couldn't bear it, so she stopped and poured out a little white medicine powder from another jar, and carefully sprinkled it into the medicine bowl that seemed to be clear water, only to see that the water immediately turned white, and quickly condensed, as clear and moist as a grease, like magic.

Zhu Fayun scraped the ointment with a bamboo board and gently applied it to the slave's arm.

This time, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, but he felt that this medicine was itchy and not painful at all, so he hurriedly asked, "What does this ointment do?" Why do I immediately feel a little itchy on my hands? ”

Zhu Fayun said proudly: "This is my temple's muscle-building ointment, people who don't know how to use it don't know how to use it even if they get the medicine, and finally this white ointment is used to make your wounds heal faster, because the flesh is growing, you will feel itchy." Master said that even if all his limbs are broken and he doesn't have a piece of good flesh on his body, he can heal him. ”

Jinu immediately remembered something, so he deliberately said: "Your master lied to you, otherwise when the first emperor was assassinated, why didn't your master take this ointment to treat the first emperor, it would also be a great merit." ”

Zhu Fayun blurted out: "Who said that! At the beginning, my master had been summoned by the palace to go, but a noble man took him to his mansion halfway, and he didn't let him leave for many days. ”

Jinu's heart moved, and he asked, "Which noble person is it, did your master talk about it?" ”

Zhu Fayun shook his head and said, "No, he only said these things, I know that less is better." ”

When the slave heard this, he stopped talking, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, as an emperor, whether he is eloquent or useless, as long as you are in that position, there will always be people who want you to die early.

Maybe only the stupid little emperor is the safest now.

Liu Huaijing said curiously: "I guess it's Sima Daozi, the king of Huiji, if it weren't for him, who would dare to intercept the people who entered the palace openly?" ”

Jinu also thinks that this is very possible, but now Sima Daozi himself is dead, not to mention that he did not get any benefit from the death of the first emperor at the beginning, who is this, it seems that he can only find an opportunity to ask Zhu Fayun's master.

He was still thinking about something in his heart, but he felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he saw Liu Huaijing and Zhu Fayun's mouths closed one by one, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, and sure enough, he fell asleep again.

In the smoke, his mind slowly sobered up, and when he opened his eyes and tried to look, he saw a person sitting in the middle of the smoke, Liu Muzhi, who had not been seen for many days, with his eyes closed, sitting upright on the throne.

He was overjoyed, and hurriedly reached over to pat him on the shoulder, wanting to ask him how he came to Huiji, and even more wanted to ask him if Hagi Niang was good.

However, when he opened his mouth, he felt that no sound came out, and his hand passed through Liu Muzhi's shoulder, which was like air and had no touch.

What's going on?

He looked around, but felt that this place was very familiar, and it seemed that it was not the official residence of Huiji, but in the mansion of Liu Mu in Shanyin.

Could it be that I miss Haginiang too much and actually dream?

Can a dreamer realize that he is dreaming?

He was puzzled, but he felt that his mind was very clear, and he did not feel like he was dreaming at all.

By the way, even if it's a dream, you should dream of Hagi Niang, what do you do when you dream of this god-chattering warlock?

As soon as his mind moved, he felt that the smoke had dissipated a lot, revealing a human figure on the ground.

A feeling of incomparable fear immediately grew, and soon occupied all his mind, the way that person was asleep, wasn't it Hagi Niang, but why was she lying on the ground? Don't......?

He tried to get closer to see clearly, but he felt that he could not move a single step, neither could he approach nor touch her.

Could it be that Hagi Niang has an accident? Could it be that this is Haginiang's "corpse" ......? He couldn't help but think about it.

Just when his heart was broken, the smoke was slowly circulating, slowly gathering, but he saw an ethereal figure slowly condensed in front of his eyes, that person combed a simple hairstyle, wearing the same clothes as Hagi Niang on the ground, looking at him faintly, who is not Hagi Niang?

How come there are two Hagi Mumes?

He was anxious and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" Still silent.

But I saw that Hagi Niang's shadow was also looking anxious, and she opened her mouth to say something to him, but she was silent.

He tried hard to identify Hagi Niang's mouth, but he really couldn't understand what she was saying, but seeing her anxious face, he couldn't help but feel even more anxious.

If this is a nightmare, let me wake up quickly!

Wake up quickly!