Number One Ugly Husband

"What should I do? What should I do?" Zi Sang Yanruo was in a hurry, "What should I do if Brother Dong Ling is sick?"

Bao Ye only knew that it was terrible for a god to be sick, but he had never seen a god get sick, nor had he treated a god for a disease, and he did not check out the problem with Dongling Ce: "Don't worry, maybe it's not sick."

When he said this, even he himself didn't believe it.

Baoye shook Dong Lingce: "Master, master, wake up."

Seeing that the person on the bed didn't respond, he changed his name and called again: "Master, wake up, wake up quickly, Ah Ce, did you hear what I said?"

When Dong Ling Ce heard Ah Ce, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Bao Ye's anxious face, and asked weakly, "What's wrong?"

Taking advantage of his waking up, Bao Ye hurriedly asked, "Ace, are you feeling unwell? What's wrong with you, please tell me quickly."

He guessed that they accidentally caught a cold when they went to the upper world and the middle world last night, and they were infected by other sick people when they were in the pharmacy just now.

"Uncomfortable?" Dong Ling Ce frowned: "I feel very tired now, and my bones are sore and painful. I don't like this feeling, as if my body is out of my control."

"This is the prelude to having a fever. You are sick. Do you know what to do when you are sick?"

"I'm sick?" Dong Ling Ce's expression changed slightly: "I'm going to get sick and the consequences will be very serious. You guys should leave here as soon as possible. The farther the better, the better it is to go to the Middle World or the Upper World to hide."

How could Bao Ye leave him here at this time: "You are not very serious now, tell me quickly, is there any way to cure your illness?"

"No." Dong Ling Ce pushed him: "You and Yan Ruo leave here, let Leng Zhuo take care of me."

"Ask Leng Zhuo to take care of you? Does Leng Zhuo have a way to heal your illness?" Bao Ye turned to Zisang Yanruo and said, "You go to Leng Zhuo, maybe he knows how to heal Ah Ce."

Zisang Yanruo nodded, and left the hotel using teleportation.

Bao Ye covered Dong Ling Ce with the quilt: "A Ce, you can't sleep, if you fell asleep, things might get worse."

Dong Ling Ce hooked his lips weakly: "If you call me husband, I won't sleep, and I will be full of energy."

The corner of Baoye's mouth twitched: "If it weren't for your illness, I really wanted to beat you up, oh, I want to come, you made me scream last time, and I wanted to call you old man later, but just now You just interrupt me with the word husband, I dare you to take advantage of me."

Dong Ling Ce smiled: "You can't beat me."

"Three to four, do you remember?"

Dong Ling Ce: "..."

"Hurry up and back up, sober up."

At this time, Zi Sang Yanruo returned to the hotel room: "Leng Lingzhuo is not in the villa, I don't know where he went."

Dong Ling Ce said, "He may have gone to Middle World."

Bao Ye said: "You are his master, you should be able to contact him, you should find him quickly."

"It's useless to find him, he doesn't know how to heal me, he just uses random medicine."

Baoye paused, and asked Zisang Yanruo: "Yan Ruo, have any gods in the world ever been sick?"

Zisang Yanruo nodded: "Yes, I have lived for 180 years, and I only heard it once."

"How do they heal a sick god?"

"I don't know. I was young at the time. I heard that I was sent away. I don't know how to heal him."

Baoye thought for a while: "It doesn't matter, gods should be similar to humans, so if you treat them like humans, maybe you can cure Ah Ce by increasing the dose, Ah Ce, tell me about your illness so that I can prescribe the right medicine. "

"My bones are sore, I feel very tired, my body is soft, I don't want to move, and I feel a little hot." Dong Lingce looked at Bao Ye seriously: "Once I can't control myself, you two must leave, I Your illness will recover in a few days, but you can't resist my divine power."

"I see." Baoye wrote down the prescription and tried his best to use spiritually powerful herbs to heal Dong Ling Ce: "Ah Ce, the herbs are a bit expensive, and I don't have magic gold coins with me, so you can bring some magic gold coins to Yan Ruo Go buy some medicine."

"En." Dong Ling Ce gave a soft hum, and suddenly, a bell rang, and heavy rain of gold coins began to rain in the room, falling on the three of them from the ceiling.

Baoye and Zisang Yanruo had their necks broken by gold coins: "Enough, enough."

But in just ten seconds, the height of the pile of gold coins was already enough to bury their feet.

Seeing how they were being smashed by gold coins, Dong Ling Ce wanted to laugh but had no strength: "I can't control my divine power."

After a few more seconds, the rain of gold coins gradually became smaller.

Baoye filled a bag of gold coins for Zisang Yanruo: "Yan Ruo, go buy medicine according to the medicine list."

"Okay." Zi Sang Yanruo carried the bag and left.

"Let me put away the gold coins for you first." Bao Ye put away the gold coins on the ground, then went to pour a glass of water, turned the water into ice cubes with magic power, and applied them on Dong Ling Ce's forehead. Seeing the melting speed up, the water that the ice turns into also evaporates at a very fast rate.

Bao Ye was surprised: "Why is the ice melting so quickly? Is your body getting hot?"

He reached out to touch Dong Ling Ce's forehead to check the temperature, but Dong Ling Ce avoided it: "Don't touch me, your hands will burn out. Ordinary ice cubes are useless to me, only Wannian ice can do it." It will melt slowly."

"Where can I find Wannian Ice for you?" Bao Ye thought of going to the world: "Shall we go to the world?"

"The ten-thousand-year ice just melts slowly, and it cannot remove the heat from my body." Dong Ling Ce gradually lost control of his divine power, and the transformed appearance suddenly returned to its original appearance, and then turned into Leng Zhuo's appearance again, Turning into Ouyexi again, it only takes a few seconds to turn into another face.

Some people Baoye has seen before, some have not, there are men and women, old and young, some good-looking and some ugly.

"Your face..." Bao Ye wondered, "Why did your face change?"

"My divine power is slowly getting out of control, and I'm going to look like someone I've seen before." Dong Ling Ce raised his hand to touch it, and found a sarcoid: "Why is there a sarcoma?"

A strange flash of light flashed across Bao Ye's face: "Now you have become like me."

It's kind of weird to see someone who looks like him.

Dong Ling Ce put down his hand, and his face changed again, into a peerless face. His long dark gray hair and dark gray pupils made him look like a person from this world. He was unbelievably beautiful, especially those eyes , seems to be able to see everything in the world, very beautiful, but Baoye dare not look at each other, as if he will be sucked into his eyes.

"I thought you were already the best-looking person in the world, but I didn't expect there to be someone more beautiful." Bao Ye has seen countless gods, but none of them are as good-looking as Dong Ling Ce, and now this person Dong Ling Ce changed They are not like people in the world, but Dong Ling Ce said that the people he conjures are people he has seen before.

Dong Ling Ce didn't like to hear him praise others: "Who can be prettier than me?"

Before he could transform into someone else, Bao Ye quickly conjured up a mirror to take a picture of Dong Ling: "Who is this person you are transforming into now? Is it a god?"

When Dong Lingce saw the person in the mirror, his face turned cold, and he smashed the mirror on the ground, with a bang, the mirror was smashed into pieces.

Bao Ye was startled, and hurriedly took away all the broken parts, worried that Dong Ling Ce would lose control, so he asked cautiously, "Who is he? Your enemy?"

Dong Ling Ce took a deep breath, and regained his weak appearance: "He is a lunatic, he should be glad that he is no longer alive in this world, otherwise, he would be dead."

Baoye felt a little regretful that such a person was no longer around.

Dong Ling Ce glared at Bao Ye: "Why do you look regretful? Do you like people who look like him?"

Bao Ye rolled his eyes at him: "How is it possible? I'm not a member of the Appearance Association. I won't fall in love with him just because he looks good. Otherwise, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I'm just curious about what it is." Such a person can be called a lunatic by you."

"I'll tell you later." Dong Ling Ce felt weaker after losing his temper.

"I'm back, I'm back." Zi Sang Yanruo appeared in front of them: "I bought all the medicine back, what should I do now?"

"Give it to the waiters in the hotel and ask them to bring the medicine up. They must be quick." Bao Ye saw that Dong Ling Ce was somewhat supportive: "A Ce, quickly call Leng Zhuo, there is one more person, You can think of a way.”

Dong Ling Ce replied in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Zhuo appeared in their room: "Master, what do you want from me?"

"Ah Ce is sick." Bao Ye felt a little guilty. He said he would take good care of Dong Ling Ce, but he fell ill as soon as he came to the Fallen Forest.

"Sick?" Leng Zhuo, who had always been calm, changed his face drastically: "Why are you sick?"

"Maybe he was frozen last night when I went to the Middle World and the Upper World."

Leng Zhuo went to touch Dong Ling Ce's head, his palms were immediately burned red, and it was too late for Bao Ye to stop him.

"Fortunately, it's not serious."

Baoye took out the wound medicine and applied Leng Zhuo's hands: "This is not serious? How can it be considered serious?"

Leng Zhuo said lightly: "When the master had a fever in the past, he burned all the towns in a radius. Compared with now, do you think it's heavier?"

Bao Ye was speechless: "He is really sick now!"

Leng Zhuo pursed his lips: "Yes, he is considered to be very lightly ill now."

"Then is it useful for him to take medicine?"

"The current medicinal materials are useless to him."

Bao Ye was surprised again: "Does the current medicine work for him? You mean the medicine tens of thousands of years ago is good for him?"

"No, we need herbs from earlier times."

Bao Ye couldn't help but ask, "How old is he?"

From Leng Zhuo's tone, it should be more than tens of thousands of years.

"I can't remember too. You just need to know that he is so old that you can't imagine." Leng Zhuo used magic to lift Dong Ling Ce into the air, and then wrapped him tightly with a quilt: "You can't stay here any longer." , to wait for his illness to recover in a place where there are no people."