Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

"Juniors Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao."

Wen Jin took Ji Yunmiao to pay their respects.

"I don't know how you can tell that I am the master of Fuyao Peak."

Wen Jin stood up, a little confused.

The previous summoning technique only dropped snow, and did not reveal her identity. Moreover, based on the experience just now, it was not the Medicine King who brought them into the valley personally. Then why did the Medicine King know that she was the master of Fuyao Peak of Penglai Fairy Island at this moment?

Besides, Fuyao Peak was renamed only a hundred years ago, and Yaowang Valley has almost never appeared in the world of immortal cultivation in the past hundred years.

Ling Tian's gaze fell on Wen Jin, with a slightly complicated look.

The Medicine King coughed lightly upon hearing this and retracted his gaze: "Of course I know."

His words were somewhat incoherent and contained a hint of concealed panic.

When this happened to Wen Jin and Ling Tian, ​​Wen Jin became even more confused, while Ling Tian's gaze became slightly deeper.

"Are you here because of the monk next to you?"

The air was silent for only a moment, and as if realizing that the silence was caused by himself, the Medicine King clenched his fist, put it to his lips, coughed lightly again, and fixed his gaze on Ji Yunmiao, which darkened a little.

Wen Jin nodded when he heard this, peeled off the corpse-driving talisman that was stuck on Ji Yunmiao's chest, and supported Ji Yunmiao who was about to fall.

"That's right." She said, "My husband Ji Yunmiao has been troubled by the devil since he was born. Now during a retreat, the devil suddenly backfired and burst out of his body. Now he is unconscious, so I would like to ask the Medicine King to treat him. Everything I have can be offered as a thank you gift."

Wen Jin supported Ji Yunmiao and wanted to bow again, but the King of Medicine stood up and supported her from a distance in the air.

"Master Fuyao Peak, you're too polite." He raised his hand and said, his eyes fell on Ling Tian, ​​wondering how to start the conversation.

He couldn't even see through Ling Tian's cultivation status. Was he really a member of the dragon clan that existed in ancient times? He thought about it and looked at the disciple who had just led Wen Jin and the others over.

Wen Jin saw the embarrassment in his eyes and looked at Ling Tian.

Ling Tian took another step forward: "If Medicine King is willing to help, I will voluntarily take a small amount of dragon scales and blood for you to use in refining the elixir."

"What is your relationship?" The King of Medicine sat back down, his eyes moving between Ji Yunmiao and Ling Tian.

Ling Tian looked back at Ji Yunmiao and replied, "We signed a life contract."

Sitting on the bamboo chair, Medicine King took a deep breath and sighed. He looked at Ji Yunmiao who was leaning on Wen Jin with complicated eyes.

After a long while, he turned around and told the disciple waiting beside him, "Take him to the inner courtyard clinic."

He waved his hand and didn't turn back to look at Wen Jin and the others.

……

Ji Yunmiao was carried by Wen Jin and Ling Tian and placed on the bed.

The man's face was pale, his lips were blue, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked extremely painful.

Ling Tian walked out tactfully, turned around, closed the door, and sat at the door.

Wen Jin took out a thin blanket, gently covered Ji Yunmiao with it, and then summoned the flute again.

The sound of a flute rang out, and Ling Tian's spiritual consciousness floated in from the crack of the door, mixing with Wen Jin's spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, and swam into Ji Yunmiao's body along with the tune of the flute.

The light blue on his lips faded slightly, and his frowning brows gradually calmed down.

Wen Jin put down the flute and tucked in the blanket for Ji Yunmiao.

When will he wake up? If something unexpected happens, who will take care of the turmoil in the world of immortal cultivation in the future?

Wen Jin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ji Yunmiao's closed eyes, with a mixture of thoughts in his mind.

In his spiritual consciousness, Cang Yan, who was not locked up, seemed to be hesitant to speak after reading Wen Jin's thoughts.

Didn't he say that since the beast tide, since he and Ling Tian both rushed to recognize her as their master, she didn't feel any difference? What made her always think that his little husband was the savior?

Cang Yan looked at the golden energy above Wen Jin's head again, and then looked at the golden and purple energy around Ji Yunmiao.

Yes, her young husband was indeed not an ordinary person, but compared to the rich golden energy around her, the few strands of golden energy mixed in the purple energy around Ji Yunmiao were nothing!!!

But he couldn’t tell anyone until Wen Jin really discovered his own gold energy!! It was so uncomfortable!!!

No, he couldn't be the only one feeling bad, he had to have a fight with Ling Tian.

He did it as soon as he said it. While Wen Jin was still in a trance, he flew directly into Ling Tian's consciousness in the form of a spirit.

"What do you mean!" Hearing this, Ling Tian asked vigilantly.

Cang Yan: ? What did he say? Didn’t he just complain about why Wen Jin couldn’t understand? ?

"Your master is important, but my master is not important, right?" Seeing that Cang Yan didn't say anything, Ling Tian became more certain of his guess and got angry.

Cang Yan:……?

"You! I can't tell you!" Cang Yan waved his sleeves, too angry to speak.

"Don't I care about his life or death?! If he dies, can you still live?" Cang Yan stood in Ling Tian's consciousness: "I'm just feeling uncomfortable being alone! I want to find someone to complain to! Do I have any other meaning?"

Ling Tian also gathered his consciousness in a flash and stood opposite Cang Yan: "So what! Do you look down on me?"

Cang Yan: ??? Can we still chat today? How did this come about?

Over millions of years, this stupid dragon's thinking has become increasingly weird.

"You are my brother, why should I look down on you?" Cang Yan explained earnestly.

What to do? Ever since the misunderstanding was resolved, whenever he thought of the dragon's appearance when it had just hatched from the egg, he felt that nothing was unforgivable.

He raised him with great effort, and the little dragon flew around the palace blowing bubbles of snot.

Alas! I raised my child, but I don’t know whose brain circuit he inherited from.

"Really?" Ling Tian asked, his hands on his hips.

Cang Yan heard this, as if he had been granted amnesty, and nodded without hesitation: "Of course."

"In the past, our master was one person, and now our master is a couple. How could I have any other ideas?" Cang Yan held his forehead and explained it again.

"I'll believe you for now." Ling Tian snorted and dissipated the spiritual consciousness that was gathered to confront Cang Yan.

The next second, Cang Yan returned to Wen Jin's consciousness and took three deep breaths.

Outside the door, Ling Tian opened his eyes again and saw the disciple coming with the Medicine King.

Ling Tian stood up, patted his hem, bowed to the Medicine King, and then took the initiative to knock on the door and open it for the Medicine King.

"Medicine King." Wen Jin turned around, stood up, made room for Medicine King, and saluted respectfully.

The King of Medicine waved his hand and said, "Liu Jingyao. You can call me Doctor Liu or anything else."

Calling him the King of Medicine sounds really awkward... Liu Jingyao added silently in his heart.

Wen Jin was stunned for a moment, then called out again, "Yes, Doctor Liu."

Liu Jingyao's gaze fell on her, paused for a moment, and then looked at Ji Yunmiao lying on the bed.

He just glanced and raised his hand, moving his fingers slightly, and the silver needle rolled up at his side flew out.

The blanket on Ji Yunmiao was lifted, and countless silver needles were suspended in the air through her clothes.

Some were trembling, and some just stood there quietly.

A few tiny wisps of black air were slowly drawn out along with the spiritual energy released by the trembling silver needle.

Liu Jingyao flipped his hand and produced a glass bottle. He held the glass bottle with his index and middle fingers and gently hooked them twice. The silver needle was then sucked into the glass bottle as if it had been summoned.

He raised his hand to take back the silver needle, then placed the glass bottle containing the black gas in front of him and examined it carefully.

With his brows slightly furrowed, he uttered a soft "eh", with a look of confusion and seriousness on his face. He reached out to open the cork and put his spiritual sense in to explore.

"This demonic consciousness... is definitely not something from the lower world."