After the goddess wears into the interstellar

Mu Yu turned his head in embarrassment. Although his perception is slow now, the sight of seven or eight solid chest muscles in his field of vision is quite shocking.

It was as if there was not one beautiful man under him, but six.

Should I say it or not, it's a little bit of happiness.

Zong Lan was expressionless, "Are you free now?"

"Ah?" Mu Yu turned his head, "You say you say it."

The pecs are shaking again.

Xu Muyu's gaze was too direct, Zong Lan slowly pulled back the collar of his shirt, "Please get off me if you have time."

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly crawled down on the ground, "Of course."

The wound on his arm felt tingling, Zong Lan gasped, pressed his left arm and stood up.

"Mr. Lan, are you injured?" Mu Yu said, "Let me bandage you to prevent the injury from getting worse."

There was a look in Zong Lan's eyes, as if he didn't believe Mu Yu would be so kind, "If you don't hit me, maybe it won't get worse."

"I'm sorry...it's really forced by the situation," Mu Yu said with a trace of sincerity on his face, "Come with me to the front mountain, there is also the medicine to restore mental strength, and the wound medicine you gave me last time."

Their gazes intersected, and Zong Lan's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the slightly blurred eyes.

"Ah."

"Mr. Lan comes with me."

……

"This is the elixir of returning to the gods. It is of the same type as the elixir you took before." Mu Yu simply picked up the abacus on Huang Tang's table as the alcohol became more and more intense. Come on, I will not calculate according to the market price, the cost price is [-] star coins, and the medicine you sold to me for [-] star coins, I count you [-] star coins, and the medicine fee is also free , is it fair?"

After a clattering calculation, Mu Yu repeatedly confirmed the result several times, "The three pills of returning the gods plus the cost of wound medicine total 30. Will you pay with the brain or in cash?"

Zong Lan: "..."

It seems to be expected.

He looked at the small jar containing the trauma medicine, "You just bought it from me and sold it back in a blink of an eye?"

"Then I can't give you away for nothing," Mu Yu replied confidently, "I still have a big family in the Shenjian sect that needs to be raised, please understand."

Zong Lan responded with an "oh".

Seeing the person agreeing, Mu Yu murmured, "The money that was cheated is finally earned back", and then he stepped forward with the medicine in hand, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to give Mr. Lan the medicine.

"..." Hearing Mu Yu's words, Zong Lan said cautiously, "Don't bother, I can paint it myself."

According to his delirious posture, it is hard to say whether to apply medicine or add injury.

"How can I do that?!" Mu Yu shook his head subconsciously, "40 a day, if you don't take good care of the benefactor, what if the money is deducted from me?"

Zong Lan didn't move while covering his wound, "I won't deduct your money, just give me the medicine."

"You really don't deduct money?"

"Really." Zong Lan reluctantly raised his injured arm, and spread his palm in front of Mu Yu.

"Success!" Mu Yu lowered his head and fiddled with the darkened optical brain for a while, and pressed a few more times when there was no response, wondering, "Where's the person?"

Qi Ling endured the pain and said, "Brother... I'm so hurt, can you let me sleep for a while?"

"Okay!" Mu Yu suddenly raised his head to look at Zong Lan, "I've recorded what you said just now, I'll give you the medicine!"

Qi Ling: "?"

Drink too much?How did you hear that?It is dying, how can there be any kung fu recording?

He solemnly placed the medicine jar on Zong Lan's slender fingers, and Mu Yu was relieved when he saw that the medicine jar didn't fall down. It seemed that this phantom was real.

"Wipe it off." He nodded, then turned and walked towards the armchair where Huang Tang often lay.

Mr. Lan, who was in sight, seemed to have started to apply the medicine, and Mu Yu, who was completely weak, moved his body to aim at the armchair, and then lay down on the back.

"Boom—" A hard feeling came from the back.

The dizziness in his head seemed to have paralyzed most of his perception, and when he closed his eyes, he could only feel his world spinning.

Looking at Mu Yu who was suddenly lying on the ground, and the rickety empty recliner beside him, Zong Lan: "..."

It's hard to imagine that a glass of wine can have so much stamina.

The evening wind blew in through the half-open door, Zong Lan lowered his head to open the medicine jar, and took off his shirt.

When Mu Yu woke up again, it was obvious that Mr. Lan's bandaging had come to an end, and he finally sat on the reclining chair with his head covered.

"hiss--"

Zong Lan raised his eyes, his lips were a little pale due to the pain of the wound, he looked over after putting on his shirt, "Are you sober?"

Mu Yu: "It should be awake."

After speaking, he staggered up and walked towards Zong Lan, squatting beside his left arm, and asked in surprise, "Are you injured?"

Seeing that his eyes are still blurred, Zong Lan: "...?"

It seems that he is not awake yet.

Seeing that Mr. Lan didn't speak, Mu Yu frowned, "Very serious?"

Zong Lan suddenly became vigilant, "No."

In the next second, Mu Yu had already picked up Zong Lan's clothes, and the shirt that was missing a few buttons was easily ripped off.

Zong Lan frowned, and subconsciously wanted to snatch back her clothes, "What are you going to do?"

I saw the man squatting beside him puffed out his cheeks and was blowing on his bandaged left arm.

"?" Zong Lan's eyes darkened slightly, "Mu Yu."

"Hush——" Mu Yu looked serious, "When I blow you a breath of fairy air, the wound will heal immediately."

"..."

The blowing made his brain a little lack of oxygen, so Mu Yu gave up.

"Is it much better?" He stood up and looked at Mr. Lan's left arm with satisfaction.

Seeing his unconscious appearance, Zong Lan's expression moved slightly, "It's much better."

"I don't know if you still have the God-Returning Pill in your hand?"

Mu Yu looked at him straight, "No more, Mr. Lan ate up all the ones that were refined last time, and it will take a lot of effort to refine them again."

Zong Lan lowered his eyes, and then asked, "Why does it take effort? What's in it?"

"The composition of the pill?" Mu Yu thought for a while, counted on his fingers, and added after reporting more than a dozen ingredients, "And my blood."

Zong Lan: "Your blood? What does it do?"

Mu Yu in front of him didn't show the slightest vigilance, and replied seriously: "It will make the person who takes the medicine feel close to me, just like a calf's dependence on a big cow, but with the recovery of the mental power of the person who takes the medicine, this effect will will gradually weaken."

Is that so?Some unhappy emotions flashed in Zong Lan's heart.

No wonder he didn't have the slightest vigilance when he was seriously injured and entered the Excalibur School. Now Mu Yu himself admits the strangeness in the pill, which also confirms Dr. Vic's experimental results.

Seeing Mu Yu turn around, Zong Lan quickly pulled up his clothes and got up, stepped forward to grab his arm, "Why did you do this?"

This person looks innocent, but he didn't expect to have such deep scheming. Did he discover his identity or have a bigger conspiracy?At this moment, Mu Yu didn't defend himself because he was drunk, so why not ask him once and for all.

Mu Yu didn't understand, "What?"

Zong Lan looked serious, "What's the purpose of you approaching me repeatedly?"

Feeling the hostile spiritual force approaching, Mu Yu's mind became a little clearer, "!"

Did he find it? !

He found out that he was using the Heavenly Gold Spiritual Root to cultivate? ?

Seeing that Mu Yu didn't answer, his eyes were a little clear, Zong Lan secretly thought it was bad.

Originally, he wanted to use mental pressure to force him to tell the truth, but he didn't want to make him sober up.

It might not be easy to find such an opportunity next time, Zong Lan paused, and simply asked: "The last time you squatted in front of my door was not just to deliver the quilt, right?"

"!" Guilt flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, and then he said slowly, "You still found out..."

After some struggle, Mu Yu pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down, I'll tell you carefully."

Zong Lan sat down as he said, silently looking at the young man in front of him.

"This starts with the spiritual root." Mu Yu stroked his train of thought, "The spiritual power in the world is abundant now, but the spiritual root elements in the cultivator's body are not complete. Important gold, and Mr. Lan, you happen to be the Heavenly Gold Lingen."

Zong Lan: "?"

Tim Jinlinggen?What is it?

"I didn't deliberately conceal it before, but this defect varies from person to person. I can't do you any harm by using the Tianjin Linggen in your body, so I didn't tell you," Mu Yu patted his head after he finished speaking, "Since you found out I won't hide it anymore, and I will naturally try my best to help Mr. Lan if he wants to make up for the defects of his spiritual root in the future, in order to repay the kindness he has shown in recent days."

Before, I was really afraid that speaking out would affect Mr. Lan's mood and reduce his salary.But now that the amount of remuneration has been negotiated, there is no problem in telling the whole story.

A trace of inquiry flashed across Zong Lan's face, "Just because of this?"

"Of course, otherwise, why else?" Sensing the disbelief in his tone, Mu Yu was a little puzzled.

After making brain supplements based on Mr. Lan's expression, he said in astonishment: "I admit that you look good, but I am also a gentleman, and I have no other evil thoughts."

What a joke, thinking that he was once the master of the sect, and he has seen eight thousand beautiful men if not ten thousand, how could he come up with such a strange idea?

"..."

Zong Lan frowned, trying to digest what Mu Yu said just now, but based on his experience over the years, he couldn't find an explanation related to 'Tian Jin Ling Gen'.

Could it be that this person just made up a reason to deal with it?

Just as he was about to ask again, the person in front of him had already closed his eyes and leaned on the recliner, and the sound of long breathing sounded.

"Mu Yu?"

"Huh?" Mu Yu barely opened his eyes, "I'm too sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."

Zong Lan: "Don't pretend to be asleep."

The person in front of him didn't respond any more, and seemed to be really asleep.

"..."

With a sigh, Zong Lan stood up.

When he left the room and closed the door, he heard Mu Yu muttering in a daze: "Xingbi...Xingbi call me quickly..."

"..."

With complicated emotions, Zong Lan closed the door.

The night was just right and the moon was shining brightly. He walked slowly onto the square.

The light brain was turned on, and he added a new contact through a series of numbers, and then sent two messages in succession.

[I'm Zong Lan. 】

[Help me find out if there is anything called 'Tian Jinling Gen', it may have the same pronunciation but different words. 】