The fast travel host is a real boss

Chapter 264 10 Cannon fodder female supporting role [Xian Xia]

Then Fuyan poured the medicine powder on it, and said in advance: "Be patient."

Mo Yao's face turned red, and it was the first time that he hated himself for not being able to gather spirits, just like Fu Yan said, he was a weak chicken, not even a woman could resist.

There was pain in the chest and humiliation in the heart.

Mo Yao thought for a moment, he might as well die of pain.

Fuyan didn't stop until the wound was sprinkled with medicinal powder, and raised her hand to assist with spiritual power, so that the wound could better absorb the medicinal effect.

Zhuohua gave me some kind of elixir, and the wound was recovering visibly with the naked eye.

Although it is not completely cured, it is no longer necessary to turn out blood and flesh.

Fuyan untied Mo Yao's hands.

Mo Yao rubbed his wrist in silence, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fuyan stared at Mo Yao coldly, and asked coldly, "Where's the medicine I gave you just now? Why didn't you use it? Do you want to die?"

Fuyan was really angry, what did the original owner do?What he did the most was ridicule Mo Yao as a weak person, but even so, this kid was so stubborn and defensive that he didn't even need life-saving medicine. How much did he hate her?
Fuyan glanced at Mo Yao's bony body, got up and went out and forcefully stuffed the roasted pheasant into Mo Yao's hands, "Take it, don't starve to death."

Fu Yan stood up and stared at Mo Yao condescendingly, and said angrily, "You are my father's disciple, please show some spirit of cultivating immortals, if you can't cultivate immortals, you can't practice martial arts?"

Mo Yao was slightly stunned, looking at the warm and fragrant grilled chicken in his hands, and heard the girl's angry voice.

Fuyan stared at Mo Yao, but didn't see the slightest sign of demonic energy.

Fuyan turned her head to look at Zhuohua, and asked with her eyes.

Zhuohua met Shang Fuyan's gaze, turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Fu Yan looked at Mo Yao again, gritted her teeth and threatened: "If you dare not eat, go back to the sect, and don't want to have a good life!"

Fuyan turned and left, and the tent became quiet again.

Mo Yao's dark eyes stared at the chicken for a long time before he tentatively took a bite.

As expected, it smelled good and tasted delicious.

Almost before he swallowed the first bite, Mo Yao couldn't wait to take the second bite.

In the past few days when he was out for the trial, Mo Yao hadn't had a good meal. When someone else had roasted wild game, he could only sit in a corner and silently gnaw on the shriveled pancakes.

Or, in the past three years, this was the only full meal he had.

Fuyan picked up the rabbit to eat, and asked inexplicably, "Why didn't I see anything?"

The original owner was the Suzaku mythical beast who had gone down to earth to endure calamities, and his cultivation talent was excellent. As a divine beast, he was always keen on demons.

"He has been restrained." Zhuohua didn't say anything against him, he paused, and said in a deep voice, "It seems he has been assimilated."

Assimilated?
That's not a good word.

There are two objects.

Mo Yao is a human being, who exactly assimilated whom?

However, Fuyan didn't see anything wrong.

However, Mo Yao has restrictions on him.

"What is the restriction?" Fu Yan asked.

Zhuohua took a bite of the meat, ate it leisurely, and after a while, said meaningfully: "I don't think you guys want to know."

Fuyan almost rolled her eyes.

What the hell is the most annoying thing about keeping half and half, Fu Yan smirked: "It's okay, I want to know."

Zhuohua didn't explain, but said vaguely: "Be nice to him in the future."

(End of this chapter)