She seems to have been injured by the illusion, but she didn't hurt the root, and her cultivation has increased so much, and now she has obviously entered the late stage of the imperial rank.

She couldn't cry or laugh, what about the steadiness of what she said?

Although she wants strength and strong cultivation, she doesn't plan to ascend to the sky in one step!

The doubts in my heart are incomprehensible and a little uncomfortable.

But there are only two people here, her and Yu Qianran, and her situation at the moment is obviously only clear to him.

And her anger has not yet been answered, and his anger has naturally not subsided, and he seems to be annoyed, from Fang Cai's obvious tone to simply ignoring her attitude at this moment.

Doubts floated in her heart, but she could only hold it in her mouth, she opened her eyes suddenly, glared at the good-looking outrageous man not far away, and her heart was even more unhappy.

No longer looking at him, he closed his eyes and began to comb the spiritual power in his body.

After a while, Xiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, because of the increasingly strong smell between the noses, this smell is not good, I don't know what kind of plant it is, it smells a little astringent after a long time, which makes people uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the uncomfortable smell quickly dissipated, and there was a fragrance of pear blossoms, which came to the nose, and the brows gradually relaxed.

Curious, she opened her eyes again.

Because Panlong Qingyunding has been put away, the space for attention is much larger.

The man's spacious robe swept slowly over the edge of his boots, his hair was strangled, and he was walking with a porcelain bowl.

She was slightly stunned, didn't the fragrance come from the porcelain bowl in his hand?

The idea was quickly confirmed, and he handed over the porcelain bowl with a pale look in his eyes.

"Drunk."

Shi Yu Kaoru had a little doubt, but he still reached out to take it, no matter what, he would definitely not harm her.

She looked inside the bowl, the dark green liquid rippling in circles from the alternation of the porcelain bowls.

Thinking of the initial smell, I couldn't help frowning: "What is this?" ”

He looked at her fixedly, and just when she thought he still didn't want to pay attention to her, he spoke:

"A way to break the spell."

Kaoru Sakuba was dumbfounded, her spell was still there! This life-threatening one is almost forgotten!

She glanced at him, raised her hand to bring the porcelain bowl to her mouth, and the fragrance of pear blossoms between her noses became more and more intense, and when she tasted the smell of the medicine, she frowned fiercely.

The taste of the decoction matched the astringency she had smelled for the first time, and the bitter taste instantly filled her mouth and nose.

It's so bad!

Her eyes sparkled with water, and she looked at him again, speechless.

The bitterness in her mouth was too strong, making her face wrinkled and uncomfortable to speak.

Yu Qianran was unmoved, only looked at her lightly, and the meaning in her eyes was clear: Drink it!

Shi Yu Xun was ruthless, his brows furrowed, his eyes closed, his hand raised, he quickly poured the decoction into his mouth, gritted his teeth and swallowed it all.

When she opened her eyes again, tears hung from the corners of her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe them, and pitifully handed him back the porcelain bowl.

"Is that all right?"

She didn't let go of her frowning brows, she felt that the astringency spread from the mouth of her heart, she subconsciously raised her hand to caress it, the astringency became more and more intense, and she gradually became impetuous, especially wanting to find a venting point and vent it.

Before she could react, she felt her body lighter and was picked up by someone.

She suddenly came back to her senses, and the eye-catching blue jade placket and the white jade silk brocade were perfectly seamed, and she couldn't help but feel hot on her face.

Raise your eyes and look up, outlining the delicate jaw, lips and nose, glass-like starry eyes, like forever calm and indifferent clear eyebrows.

Such a man can compete with the sun and the moon, brighter than the stars, how can there be fewer admirers one after another?

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