Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

He didn't even know if Wen Yan made him eat all the things planted in the yard on purpose.

Because he didn't know the dosage, he took it according to the book, and didn't know how to match it, so he took it according to his feeling.

The result of doing so was that Si Nan was able to heal his injury after two months of peaceful care, but he hadn't recovered for almost half a year after being healed by him.

Now that I think about it, it’s also due to his fate, if it were someone else, he would have been tortured to death.

Also because of his hard life, Wen Yan successfully understood the things that grow in his yard, which ones are poisonous, which ones are not poisonous, which ones are medicine, and which ones are just grass.

Thinking of this, if it were someone else, it would be revenge instead of gratitude.

He even generously repaid his complaints with virtue, and somehow felt that the guy in front of him was somewhat self-aware.

As a result, he didn't have this thing at all, and he really used him as if he were a servant.

After a long time, even Sinan himself forgot how he fell in love with him in the first place.

Wen Yan's eyes were full of shock, and he raised his hand to push the person away, but he was hugged tightly by his waist while struggling.

Si Nan gritted his teeth and bit his lip hard. Wen Yan suffered from pain, and soon felt the smell of blood in his mouth.

Sinan also let him go slowly, pulled off his collar with one hand, and bit his collarbone hard, which made Wen Yan gasp.

He was most afraid of pain in his life, and he also cherished his life the most. Now he really started to be afraid.

In the place of Penglai, he angered Sinan, and no one knew about his demise.

"You have something to say, if you really don't want to give me those things, I can leave now."

When Wen Yan said this, his tone became a little humble, which made Sinan laugh.

He looked up at Wen Yan, with a slight smile in his eyes, and raised his finger to a flower that was as clear as ice crystals not far away.

"Shenjun Wenyan can leave if he wants to, just eat this."

He has never seen this flower before, and he doesn't know its effect. It looks so clear and beautiful, it is really extremely rare.

"What is this? What is the effect?" Wen Yan was still in the mood to ask what it was at this time.

He really hadn't seen it.

"What's the effect? ​​You'll know if you eat it?" Sinan took a step back and let him go.

He was the one who got all kinds of weird things for himself before, and now it's time for him to taste them.

Wen Yan squatted in front of the flower, which trembled slightly when blown by the wind, and the whole body exuded a lustrous blue light.

The rhizomes and petals, which are as clear as ice crystals, are very beautiful. Some curious Wen Yan raised his hand to touch the flower.

Unexpectedly, when I touched the fingertips, I found that the flower trembled a bit, and the hands were cold, and the petals curled up where the fingertips touched.

Slowly wrap Wen Yan's fingers in it, the flower is like a small palm tightly holding Wen Yan's fingers.

It was the first time Wen Yan saw this situation, and he was still surprised when a thin blood-red thread suddenly protruded from the stamen of the flower, piercing Wen Yan's finger like a silver needle.

There was blood flowing down his fingertips, and he could even see the blood flow into the stamen through the translucent petals, and then spread out as red blood threads one by one.

"What is this?" Wen Yan wanted to pull his hand back in surprise, but he didn't want the petals to be torn off by him.

After the petals left the rhizome, the rhizome immediately began to wither and dissipate little by little, and the petals at the fingertips also turned into dots of bright blue light and penetrated into the body.

Seeing this, Wen Yan took a step back, always feeling that there seemed to be a cold spiritual energy swimming along the veins in his body.

Standing behind him, Sinan chuckled, raised his arms to embrace him, rested his head on his shoulder, and spoke in a low voice.

"Wen Yan, where do you think my Penglai is, you can come and leave whenever you want?"

be cheated!

Wen Yan immediately wanted to push his hands away from his waist.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the hands around his waist were firmly restraining him, and Wen Yan gradually felt his body start to become weak.

His body began to break out in a cold sweat, his head was a little dizzy, and the place where the cold aura traveled through his veins would bring about a burst of dryness and heat.

His footsteps also gradually became a little sloppy, as if his body could only lean back against Sinan to stabilize his figure.

Seeing this, the smile on Sinan's lips deepened a little bit, "Are you curious about what this is? I have a lot of books here for you to look up slowly."

The flower grows in a remote place, Wen Yan's mind was dizzy, and he felt his feet hanging in the air, so he hurriedly grabbed the corner of Sinan's clothes in fright.

Holding him in his arms, Sinan tapped his toes and headed towards his library at a very fast speed.

There are three floors in the Zangshu Pavilion. Below are the things that the Penglai gods and fairies can look at at will.

Only the elders of Penglai can check the second floor, and only the third floor is not accessible to anyone except the island owner on weekdays.

No one knew what books were on the third floor, and no one dared to break in.

And Sinan hugged Wen Yan and went directly to the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion, and then he put Wen Yan down.

"Everything you want is here. Here are all lonely books. You have everything you want. See how many you can take away today."

Sinan leaned against one of the bookshelves. There were ten bookshelves on the third floor, and each shelf was filled with books.

There is no distinction between categories, and it is also very messy. Wen Yan staggered and hurriedly supported the bookshelf before he stood firm.

Raising his hand indiscriminately, he wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead, and his mind was a little dizzy, so he glanced sideways at Sinan.

"Am I poisoned?" His voice was hoarse.

Sinan raised his eyebrows, "If you want to know, you can find it here."

Hearing this, Wen Yan used his divine power to suppress the heat and weakness in his body, and really started to look up the books in front of him one by one.

Without the usual leisure, he was a little anxious, even his hands trembling while flipping through those books.

Sinan leaned aside and watched him frantically turning those books into a mess.

After checking the two bookshelves, Wen Yan gradually became anxious, and sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead.

Sinan was not in a hurry and slowly followed him, watching him search.

When he found the third bookshelf, Wen Yan staggered and nearly knelt on the ground halfway through the pages. He held a folding fan in his hand and fanned himself crazily, but he still felt hot.

Slowly, he tore off his collar to fan the wind, and there were fine beads of sweat on his neck. He raised his sleeves indiscriminately to wipe it off.

He continued to look through various books, but no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't read those things.

Running divine power to suppress, but feel that the more suppressed, the more uncomfortable.

Si Nan walked slowly past Wen Yan, raised his hand and took out a book from the third shelf of a bookshelf.

After flipping through it, I found the illustration and function of the flower in the book, and walked to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment and raised his eyes to look at him. Sinan half squatted down to look at him, then put the book in his hand in front of him.