Wen Yusoft was almost laughed at by Lan Yanshen.

"I said if I didn't drink it, I wouldn't drink it." Wen Yusoft raised her eyebrows, looked at Lan Yanshen and said, "Could it be that you still plan to force me to drink in that way just now?" ”

What she didn't want to do, no one could force her to do it.

After that, Wen Yusoft looked at Lan Yanshen with three points of provocation and seven points of playful eyes.

Even if this little bean sprout is still young, but the two of them are married today, and she is used to being arrogant in her previous life, and she will repay her. This little bean sprout, give her a wait.

Lan Yanshen was forced to choose to feed Wen Yusoft to drink medicine in that way before, otherwise he wouldn't be able to feed a mouthful of medicine at all, listening to Wen Yusoft's face not red and breathless, his jade-like earlobes were quietly dyed a little red, and then he put the medicine bowl on the small stool next to the bed, and said to Wen Yusoft, "Then I'll call my aunt to feed you the medicine." ”

After speaking, Lan Yanshen made a gesture to leave.

Wen Yusoft knew that he was going to move the rescuers, she didn't want Qiao's to worry, all the hard air suddenly disappeared, her eyelids jumped at the moment, and she hurriedly said, "Don't call me mother!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine bowl next to him and drank the bitter medicinal juice inside.

After drinking, she glared at Lan Yanshen's back.

Lan Yanshen continued to walk towards the door, and said without looking back, "I'll help my aunt, you can rest for a while, if there is something, call me loudly at any time." ”

Wen Yusoft kept staring at Lan Yanshen and walked out of the room until the door was closed.

With a cold snort coming out of her nose, she turned her head and pulled out a bronze mirror the size of a palm from the side of the pillow and put it in front of her.

This bronze mirror is very mirrored, and the back is engraved with the pattern of peony flowers, which at first glance is not something that the poor family in their small village can afford, but it is her Uncle Lan who gave it to her before, and she has always been carried on her every day as a treasure when she was young, and she also has to put it next to the pillow when she sleeps.

Putting the bronze mirror in front of his face, Wen Yusoft saw a slightly blurred small face from the bronze mirror.

The delicate facial features can be seen clearly, and a little delicate flame pattern mark on the forehead makes Wen Yusoft excited violently!

In her previous life, she cultivated to the realm of the Broken Void, and when she received the Fairy Inn, the flame mark appeared on her forehead.

It can be said that this flame pattern mark is a symbol of her cultivation and identity!

Could it be that she is still the owner of the Fairy Inn?

Crossing this idea in her heart, Wen Yusoft couldn't wait to verify her inner thoughts, folded her hands and flipped them over and then separated, then touched her fingertips, pinched a repeated lotus hand, closed her eyes at the same time, and whispered softly in her mouth: "Heaven and earth are in the same phase, all things are born together, yin and yang are in the same place, and the gods bless Ze......"

With the low sound of the incantation, a gust of wind swept up from Wen Yu's soft body, blowing her long hair like splashing ink, and red golden light emanated from the flame lines on her forehead, gradually enveloping her whole person.

After the light disappeared, Wen Yusoft was already in a state of old monk concentration, sitting there motionless.

In fact, her divine consciousness at this time had already come to another place.

The antique room is full of extravagance and luxury, the decorations made of pure gold can be seen everywhere, the floor is covered with soft Persian carpets, the night pearl chandelier hanging on the roof illuminates the whole room as if it were day, the smoker in the shape of a unicorn and the beast is smoking, and the calm light sandalwood smell lingers on the tip of the nose, making Wen Yu's soft expression trance.