She exterminates the black lotus [Honghuang]

? The strange atmosphere has increased.

Regardless of what Mo Yan said, he always turned his back to her, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he heard it, but he didn't feel like he heard it completely.

I don't know if I am too weak now, or I have no strength, or something else.

Seeing that Luo Hu didn't reply, Mo Yan didn't say anything.

In any case, in this situation, nothing else, at least it can be said that he is fine now.

At least it's not the kind of long-term unconsciousness that I just imagined.

Mo Yan thought for a moment, stood up, and walked out.

When the sound of Mo Yan's footsteps gradually faded away, Luo Hu opened his eyes and wanted to look over, but felt that his behavior was a bit naive. If you don't look when people are around, why should you look when people are leaving?

Thinking about Mo Yan's appearance of being like an ordinary person and doing ordinary things, Luo Hu was almost choked up.

He has never been obedient!

and--

How many times has Mo Yan done this kind of thing?

When I first came to look for him, he didn't take this kind of house arrest as a matter of course, and even felt that he should treat her with a normal heart. Did it prove that Mo Yan was actually very proficient in this kind of thing, even because of what his predecessors did? Why, let Moyan become a habit?And at this moment, Mo Yan has such a habit to use it on him?

Thinking about it this way, Luo Hu's face was so dark that it seemed to drop ink, and the fire of ignorance was also ignited in his heart.

Mo Yan's experience has nothing to do with him, but he is in a bad mood right now.

……

Apart from the room, Mo Yan did nothing but cook medicine.

It's not impossible to eat directly, but if you can get the maximum effect on the original basis, who doesn't like it?

For these thousand-year-old spirits, there is no need to cook them with a fire such as Samadhi real fire, ordinary fire will do.

This actually saves a lot of steps.

Although she can't condense a spiritual fire like Samadhi True Fire, it is still possible to make some ordinary flames.

A layer of water mist rose from the soup pot, and some spirits were completely melted into the water after being cooked by the fire, and some spirit medicines floated slightly, exuding a strong fragrance.

As for the current pot, it is said to be medicine, but it is actually more like soup.

The milky white soup base is embellished with red dates, but it looks pretty good.

But in the end, there is only this little thing left, and the rest are either reduced to medicine dregs, or melted into the medicine soup.

After finishing it, a stream of magic power went down, like the blessing of ice, in less than two seconds, it was a lot colder, although it was okay to drink it like this, but she had already done this, and it was not bad.

After a while, when I came back with the medicine bowl, I saw him sitting up before I entered the door, which was just right.

Mo Yan handed the medicine bowl to Luo Hu, "Drink this."

"what is this?"

"Medicine, for your health." If you take two more steps, you will pass out. Of course, Mo Yan didn't say the last sentence thoughtfully. You just need to know this kind of thing. It's already like this. It shouldn't be.

Although this does not change his current nature.

Luo Hu's eyes fell on the bowl. It was indeed not a foreign object, and it still exuded aura, which was not thick, but he really didn't believe it. It was a pure tonic, not a poison.

But count the time...

So when she went out just now, didn't she see that he didn't speak and left because she felt bored?

Thinking of this, Luo Hu looked at Mo Yan, his deep eyes filled with indistinct exploration.

Seeing that Luo Hu didn't speak, Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "If you don't have the strength, I can feed you."

Hearing this, Luo Hu's fingers froze, and he immediately took the medicine bowl from Mo Yan's hand, holding the bowl of soup medicine with his slender fingers, and drank it down in one gulp.

"What happened to you when I went out?" Mo Yan added, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to."

Luo Hu also grasped the point, "When going out?"

"Have you never been studying pure black fire?"

"That thing is useless. I studied what he was doing. I went out to find medicine for you. I have some...well, great tonic medicine on hand, so I went out to find the right one, in case you don't want it. Make up." As he said that, Mo Yan realized why he was behaving in such a strange way. Realizing this problem, Mo Yan thoughtfully did not say anything, but just looked at Luo Hu, observing all the time, lest he get angry and turn himself Angry.

The four eyes met, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

For a long time, Luo Hu gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't seen your letter."

"I'll put it next to you."

"Never seen."

Hearing this, Mo Yan also looked around, and there was indeed nothing, but the thing was here, and no one came in, so it was obviously impossible to lose it. Thinking of this, Mo Yan lowered his body and looked at the bottom of the bed. As expected, Mo Yan Yan took out the jade slip in front of Luo Hu.

Luo Hu endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to hold the jade slip tightly. After reading the information left on it, Luo Hu's face turned blue and white, and it was almost like a color palette. .

He wants to kill.

For the next few days, Luo Hu ignored Mo Yan, and when he thought about these days, he became angry. It can be said that there was almost no communication except when Mo Yan would come to deliver medicine.

Regardless of the messy things, Luo Hu directly chose to use all his strength to break through the shackles.

Backlash is backlash, he doesn't want to face Mo Yan now!

My stomach hurts just looking at her.

Mo Yan didn't feel anything about it, she could still understand Luo Hu's mood, and as for more, there was nothing.

Ever since he was picked up, his ability to speak is only a recent thing, and most of the time he is speechless. To put it bluntly, he picked it up with the intention of picking up vases, and it is a surprise to have more things.

As it is now, Mo Yan didn't take it seriously, condensing the real fire of samadhi is not enough, after tossing for a long time, he finally returned to the old method, using a hundred feather fan to refine the weapon, regardless of how much the two conflict, at least it is still a method.

Otherwise, this door will really have to give up.

Mo Yan made up his mind and tried again, whether he could control the Sanmai Zhenhuo and Nanminglihuo in the Hundred Feather Fan, or if he couldn't, he could just put it aside.

But if this is the case, there is no need to use materials such as refined iron, Mo Yan thought for a while, and simply took the white feather fan to cook the medicine.

After several days in succession, Luo Hu felt that Mo Yan was poisoning him.

But when he opened his eyes, Mo Yan was usually not there, no matter whether it was poison or medicine, it was not bad for a bowl or two.

As the days passed day by day, Luo Hu also realized a problem. Whenever Mo Yan came over, there seemed to be a slight change, although it was extremely small, but compared to most of the time when he was completely motionless, it was obvious. made great progress.

And this, if I haven't been studying these things with all my heart, I'm afraid I won't find out at all.

And I didn't feel it before, except that the changes were extremely subtle, and it was also because he didn't have the opportunity to find out that when he tried to break through the confinement, Mo Yan was either refining the weapon or outside.

The effect is almost the same as usual.

When comparisons can be made, there are almost none.

And these days, he really felt it.

In the next few days, Luo Hu tried to get closer to Mo Yan, but the effect was surprisingly good.

It can be said that he completely concluded his idea.

Luo Hu lowered his eyes, something seemed to be conceived in the deep eyes.

Early the next morning.

Early in the morning, the mountains in the distance are misty, half visible and half hidden, looking a little hazy.

As usual, Mo Yan came over with a medicine bowl and wanted to put it aside. Unlike before, he was not practicing this time.

His eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something, he was half leaning on the bed, his black hair like a waterfall scattered casually, his complexion was still a little pale, his body was still weak, but even so, he looked a bit like the pines and cypresses in the rocks standing proudly in front of him. on the feeling.

Mo Yan has only one thought, her vase is really eye-catching.

It is easy to use and looks good.

This vase is really not in vain.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan wanted to repair those broken places more and more, and he must not let him die.

Luo Hu didn't know what Mo Yan was thinking, seeing Mo Yan looking at him, he called out in a low voice, "Mo Yan."

"Ah."

"I'm a little weak, it seems I can't do it anymore." Luo Hu pursed his dry lips, looked at Mo Yan and said.

Mo Yan frowned, a little strange, "You haven't been walking around recently, and you haven't seen you go to practice, how can you be so weak?"

Luo Hu, who was picked on by Mo Yan, secretly gritted his teeth, but his face still looked a little weak, "It may be because the old injury has recurred."

"Then I'll help you up?"

"..." Luo Hu.

He looked at Mo Yan with a complex expression, and wanted to say something more, but finally he was too lazy to say it, and took a deep breath, "No, that's it."

After taking the medicine bowl in Mo Yan's hand, his finger somehow touched Mo Yan's finger, Luo Hu paused slightly, trying to prolong the time.

And in Mo Yan's eyes, it was Luo Hu's hand trembling slightly, as if he was about to be unable to lift it up. Although this scene was a bit too outrageous, if you think about it carefully, there are even more outrageous things. Luo Hu has lived to this day. It's a miracle, so the calculation seems to be reasonable.

"Forget it, I'll come, I'll feed you."

As he said that, he took over the medicine bowl again, picked up the spoon that was almost never used, pinched the spoon with his slender fingers like onions, gently scooped up a spoonful of medicine soup, and handed it over.

Luo Hu didn't expect that he finally got his wish.

The movements are repetitive and monotonous, but Mo Yan is not impatient at all, and his eyes are more focused as if he is doing something particularly important, not just feeding medicine.

Unknowingly, he relaxed.

If it was in the past, no one would get so close to him, and no one could do it. Similarly, if someone really did, maybe all he thought was how the other party would plot against him. How to find the right time to do it.

But at this moment, he couldn't raise his vigilance.

As if it won't hurt him.

That's right, if you want to attack him, you can do it long ago.

As for him, it seems that apart from this face, there is nothing else that can be calculated.

Mo Yan had indeed taken a fancy to him.

illusory.

Never been in touch.

It seems the least reassuring thing.

Even a little ridiculous.

But at this moment, it seems that there is no ridiculous or contemptuous thought.

Luo Hu suddenly raised his eyes, realizing that there was something wrong with this idea, how could it not be ridiculous? !

Mo Yan has killed countless people, and even condensed pure black karma!

Just this kind of people, what kind of strange thoughts do they have to raise a guy who is completely unknown and put them by their side for no reason?

In her eyes, when they met, he was already in a state of dying.

Even if it wasn't true, Mo Yan obviously didn't know.

How can it not be ridiculous to see a dying person and take them back to the dojo to take care of them, and there is a high possibility of being backlashed in the future? !

Ridiculous!

If this matter was placed at the very beginning, Mo Yan would not believe it when he told him himself.

He just needs Mo Yan now, and Mo Yan also needs him, so they are plotting against each other.

Probably because he drank too much poison these days, and his mind was not clear for a moment.

He should be careful about this.

Thinking of this, Luo Hu glanced at Mo Yan again, and finally landed on the spoon, as if the spoon was not filled with soup, but something good.

But the specifics, probably only Luo Hu knows.

【Speak】

There is no such thing as love in Rahu's world. It is all conspiracy and calculation. It has been like this for many years, and the inertial thinking needs to be changed little by little.

As for Mo Yan, she now really thinks that Luo Hu is just a beautiful and useful vase, you can’t expect a vase to do anything for you, if you really do it, it will be a surprise, it’s like raising a cat, you can masturbate, but you can’t Count on the cat to do the laundry and cook.

In this way, Luo Hu is still much stronger than Meow.

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