Yang Fan waited for Ouyang Tao to leave, then took Zhao Xiaoyu into the study and poured her almost five milliliters of spiritual spring water for her to take.

Zhao Xiaoyu was puzzled: "Yang Fan, what is this?"

Yang Fan smiled: "It's sugar water, you will know it when you drink it." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu swallowed the water of the spiritual spring, and immediately felt a heat rising from the dantian, and said in a panic: "This sugar water is not sweet, but it feels so warm." ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, hurry up and meditate and practice to absorb this power." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu hurriedly sat down cross-legged and ran the exercises to digest this energy, and at this time she realized that this was not sugar water at all, but an elixir that could increase her strength.

Yang Fan stood aside and observed, for fear that something would go wrong with Zhao Xiaoyu.

It didn't take long for Zhao Xiaoyu to feel hot all over, and sweat flowed out.

Yang Fan found a fan and fanned Zhao Xiaoyu on the side.

Zhao Xiaoyu naturally felt it, and couldn't help but be moved in his heart, Yang Fan not only gave himself an elixir to improve his skills, but also fanned himself while standing aside, this person was the prince of the Daxing Dynasty.

Zhao Xiaoyu was too excited, his heart became even hotter, his face was red, and he had symptoms of going mad.

Yang Fan frowned and shouted loudly: "Xiaoyu, hurry up and gather your mind, calm down, don't think about anything, and run the exercises with peace of mind." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu woke up in his heart, and hurriedly got rid of other thoughts and concentrated on cultivation, but the temperature of his body was still rising step by step.

If you can't stop, you're afraid that your body will soon burn out.

Yang Fan touched Zhao Xiaoyu's forehead, it was so hot.

Yang Fan didn't care about anything else at this time, picked up Zhao Xiaoyu and walked outside the study, came to the water tank in the courtyard, and jumped in.

Yang Fan put Zhao Xiaoyu aside, and then reached out to untie Zhao Xiaoyu's dress.

Shang Zihao and others heard the sound and ran to check the situation.

Yang Fan shouted at He Xiaoling: "Sister Xiaoling, you come here, everyone else walks away." ”

He Xiaoling didn't know what was going on, so she walked quickly to Yang Fan's side and saw that Yang Fan was undressing Zhao Xiaoyu, but Zhao Xiaoyu was closing his eyes tightly, as if he was suffering a great pain.

Yang Fan ripped off Zhao Xiaoyu's clothes and used cold water to cool down Zhao Xiaoyu's body.

Yang Fan saw Zhao Xiaoyu's white and tender skin, and hurriedly turned his head, used force under his feet, and flew away from the water tank.

"Xiaoling, you use cold water to wipe the places on Xiaoyu's body that are not soaked. ”

He Xiaoling answered, then poured water from Zhao Xiaoyu's shoulder, and wondered: "Yang Fan, what happened?"

Yang Fan glared at Shang Zihao, who was a thief with rat eyes, and shouted: "If you dare to peek again, beware of my ......"

Shang Zihao ran away: "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything." ”

Chu Qingge and Yin Tianen glanced at each other suspiciously, and then consciously walked away, while Li Ziyi and Xiao Mei stepped forward.

Li Ziyi said curiously: "Lord Yang, what's wrong with Xiaoyu?"

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "I almost went crazy in practice, I hope it's okay." ”

He Xiaoling touched Zhao Xiaoyu's shoulder, and under the soak of this cold water, she was still a little hot, and hurriedly sped up the movements in her hand.

Xiao Mei looked at Yang Fan with puzzled eyes, but she saw Yang Fan take her into the study, and then not long after, Zhao Xiaoyu almost went crazy, it is conceivable that Yang Fan must have given Zhao Xiaoyu some medicine.

Xiao Mei smiled and said, "Did Lord Yang give Miss Xiaoyu any rare treasures?"

Li Ziyi's eyes lit up: "It must be like this, Xiaoyu was fine just now, why did she suddenly become like this." ”

Yang Fan didn't answer, he didn't want Xiao Mei to know about the water of the spiritual spring.

After a stick of incense, Zhao Xiaoyu's body temperature finally dropped, while Yang Fan was standing aside in wet clothes.

He Xiaoling checked Zhao Xiaoyu's body, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xiaoyu, her body has returned to normal." ”

He Xiaoling turned to look at Yang Fan, only then did she notice that Yang Fan had been standing aside in wet clothes, in this cold winter season, no matter how good her body was, it was difficult to withstand it, and hurriedly said, "Yang Fan, why don't you go and change your clothes?"

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled: "I'm fine, I'll rest assured that I'll stay here." ”

Although Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't speak, his ears could hear it clearly, and his heart was inexplicably sad, and tears flowed down his sweat.

It took two hours for Zhao Xiaoyu to finally absorb the energy of the spiritual spring water.

Zhao Xiaoyu felt a majestic force in his body waiting for him to vent.

With a long roar, Zhao Xiaoyu flew up and drew his sword out of the sheath in mid-air.

With a golden roar, a three-foot-long sword shot out from the tip of the sword, dazzling with brilliance.

He Xiaoling and Li Ziyi looked at Zhao Xiaoyu in mid-air in shock, the three-foot sword, when did Zhao Xiaoyu reach this realm.

Xiao Mei's face was pale, she also inquired about Zhao Xiaoyu's martial arts, it should definitely not be what she sees now, looking at He Xiaoling and Li Ziyi's expressions, there is only one explanation for this matter, Zhao Xiaoyu's skills have just improved.

Yang Fan also followed the prestige, and when he saw Zhao Xiaoyu in mid-air, he hurriedly turned his back and shouted, "Xiaoyu, put on your clothes first." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu flew down, looking embarrassed.

He Xiaoling hurriedly untied her robe and wrapped it around Zhao Xiaoyu.

Zhao Xiaoyu said in a low voice: "Thank you!"

He Xiaoling said with a smile: "Everyone is a friend, thank you, congratulations on your great progress in martial arts." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu: "This is all the credit of Yang Fan." ”

When Xiao Mei heard this, she secretly said in her heart Sure enough, what secrets does Yang Fan have?

Yang Fan smiled: "Xiaoyu, you clean up by yourself, and I will also go back to the house to change my clothes." ”

Yang Fan went back to his room, changed his clothes and fell asleep on the couch, feeling a little chilly.

He slept until the next day, and it wasn't until Zhao Xiaoyu came to call him that Yang Fan woke up leisurely.

Yang Fan's face was very ugly, Zhao Xiaoyu's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he hurriedly reached out to Yang Fan's forehead, it was so hot.

Zhao Xiaoyu hurriedly asked, "Yang Fan, your forehead is so hot." ”

Yang Fan nodded weakly: "It should be a cold, don't worry, just take a rest." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't be worried, and hurriedly said, "Yang Fan, I'll call a doctor." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu quickly ran out of the house, beckoned He Xiaoling to come over to take care of Yang Fan, and hurriedly went out to ask for a doctor.

He Xiaoling learned that Yang Fan was sick, hurried to Yang Fan's house, looked at Yang Fan with a very bad face, and said worriedly: "Yang Fan, are you okay?"

Yang Fan smiled: "If you can't die, you should have a cold." ”

He Xiaoling was curious: "What is a cold?"

Yang Fan: "It's just cold." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt as if there was a mouthful of phlegm in my throat, which was very uncomfortable.

Yang Fan stroked his neck and coughed, coughed a few times, and suddenly a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his throat and spilled to the ground.

He Xiaoling exclaimed, took two steps back, and looked at Yang Fan on the couch in panic.