"Back to the Holy Maiden, today is the twentieth day of September, and you have been in a coma for three days." One of the maids, seeing that the new saint, though a little ugly, was not as dead or alive as the previous ones, stepped forward and answered.

While drinking the soup, Yu Nier secretly thought to herself, it seems that the Nine Heavens Temple that day is really likely to be the residence of immortals, there are rumors that one day in the sky, one year on the earth, and it will only be about an hour after staying there, and just two months have passed here.

I don't know if that immortal can save my mother.

The three bowls of soup and soup had a bulging stomach, and the maids helped her back to the bed and let her continue to sleep, she slept for so long, where could she sleep, but the maids didn't speak, just stood in a row in front of the bed, staring at her, so that she had to compromise, closed her eyes, tried not to move her eyelids, and slowly grew her breathing.

In the end, she finally passed the inspection of a few maids, and they thought she was really asleep, so they went out.

In the next few days, Younier lived such a day, eating, sleeping, eating, and eating all kinds of blood-tonifying medicines in turn. Including the injury on her foot, it is also the best medicine for injuries in the imperial city, and it will be better in a few days, but unfortunately the bones on her foot are not fixed as they are, and after healing, Yuniel's foot is lame.

The maids watched Younier walk with a limp, but they didn't know about it, in this holy maiden temple, the medicine for treating external injuries was the best in the entire imperial city, the skin injuries could heal in one day, scab over in two days, and recover in three days, as long as they ensured that there was no place for blood leakage in the blood jar, and the rest was not in their consideration.

You Nier felt infinitely depressed, unable to escape, and unable to find out the news outside, so she could only be fed like a beast, and then wait to be bled out.

In just a few dozen days, Younier has been fattened, she is no longer so thin, and her complexion is much better.

The half of the face without a birthmark is like a shelled egg, smooth and white, the dark eyes are more deep and charming, and the momentum of the whole body is also much colder, and it seems that he has cultivated forbearance to a very high level.

It is October 15, the day of the monthly blood donation of the demi-saints.

Bathing, changing, dressing, dressing up.

The maids served meticulously, and after many days of getting along, they were still a little jealous of Younier, thinking that the saintess this time was too well-behaved, very much comparable to others, if she could survive the monthly hardships, the future was limitless.

Nell's hair was tied up high, half of her fair face was slightly powdered, and the other half of her face was covered with a special luxurious and light carved gold mask, which was half covered by light veil.

The undershirt was replaced with an off-the-shoulder pure white slim fit, revealing a slender neck and graceful collarbones.

Then cover it with a fiery red gauze robe, embroidered with dark flowers with silver thread, and when you move, the flowers dance as if they have life.

At first glance, if the shoulders are shaved, the waist is like a plain, the eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like snow, there is no way to connect this noble and elegant saint with the ugly and strange Nieer.

The maidens were very satisfied with their masterpiece, but the saint took a limp and betrayed everything, and some of them inevitably regretted it, and knew that her bones were healed again.

As soon as the cleaning was finished, a soft sedan chair came, and Younier, supported by the maid, sat upright and staggered towards the altar.