She exterminates the black lotus [Honghuang]

? Peace of mind treatment.

His eyes fell on the porcelain bowl in his hand, and his fingers touched up slightly, and he felt the temperature of the warm medicinal soup along the wall of the bowl.

The fingertips just stick to the wall of the bowl, feeling the seemingly continuous warmth.

Mo Yan lowered his body and buried his face in his palms, as if he didn't care about the world.

Picking up the bowl in his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and the medicine soup poured into his mouth. Even though his movements were a little slow, the medicine bowl still bottomed out.

The medicine bowl was put aside by Luo Hu, and his left hand landed on her back at some point, and patted her lightly, as if to appease or simply inform.

As if he knew long ago that he would not get an answer, he sat aside, but did not speak.

Luo Hu is not a caring person, many things are actually due to his years of experience and self-taught skills, and finally fell into his relationship with Mo Yan.

Perhaps it is not a good choice to use this kind of thing for testing.

What was indifferent to him was not the case to Mo Yan.

He has made a lot of progress over the years, and he has made much more progress in dragging Mo Yan into the water than before, but he shouldn't, at least he shouldn't use this method to test.

Even though, what he gained and what he proved was actually something that made him happy.

But seeing Mo Yan like this, he couldn't be happy.

Some things may be due to Mo Yan's unclearness, so it is accompanied by distrust, and what he said seems to be perfunctory.

But to tell the truth is to explain carefully, and it is an impossible thing. He doesn't have that certainty, and he can't clarify everything when he is not sure, so don't care whether what he said is true or not, as long as Mo Yan doesn't believe it, see It sounds like a lie.

From his angle, he could clearly see Mo Yan's earlobe that was so red that it was almost bleeding, and he even had the urge to touch it. Luo Hu thought so, and almost did it, his fingers stiffened. Shengsheng hangs beside Mo Yan's ear, as long as he gets a little closer, he can clearly feel the temperature on it, perhaps much hotter than usual.

However, Luo Hu finally gave up, not because reason played such an important role at this time, but because he knew that he shouldn't be like this now.

Mo Yan was already in a very bad mood at the moment, if he did something more in this situation, he might be able to drive people away directly.

And the original reason was because of him.

The sun in the sky did not know when it started to hang down a little bit, but even so, it still gave full play to the afterglow, and the warm light radiated everywhere. Now it hits them and the surroundings, and the warmth is just right and scorching.

"Not next time."

Mo Yan didn't speak, nor did he respond.

Mo Yan actually wanted to say, your matter has nothing to do with me, your body is yours, not hers, and if the accident happened in the end, it can't happen to her.

If it goes on like this, you can still work hard for Hongjun to take it away in one wave.

Is this better?

As Mo Yan thought about it, his mood became worse and worse. He didn't need to remind him of this, he could feel that there was all yin and yang in it.

Thinking about it this way made my head hurt even more.

Because Mo Yan's body is leaning more and more now, the long hair like a waterfall has already fallen down, which is because the hair band is tied a little behind the head, otherwise, I'm afraid I don't need to cover my face. Buried in the palm of your hand, you can even block your face.

After a long while, Mo Yan sat up straight.

"You can do whatever you want."

"I'll pay attention."

"..." I didn't mean that, forget it, just do what you love, "Just don't regret it in the future."

"I never regret it." Except for your matter, Luo Hu thought about it, and then realized that there was a big problem with what he said, and hurriedly said, "I mean, after I change it now, I will naturally not regret it in the future because of this matter. regret something."

After the words fell, I was afraid that Mo Yan would not believe me and continued to add, "I never break my promise."

Mo Yan turned his head and his eyes fell on him immediately.

Luo Hu looked back without any psychological pressure, extremely solemn, his eyes seemed to have an unshakable uprightness.

If she hadn't been deceived a lot, she would have really believed it.

He was sitting next to him, where he could touch her with his hand. Now that the warm light fell on her body, it seemed to make her soft. I don't know how much, except for the irresistible temperament around her, and the sharpness between her eyebrows and eyes. The flamboyance exuded, as well as everything around her, seemed to have some meaning of being harmless to humans and animals.

Oh, and in this case, there seems to be nothing left, and it would be tempting to leave everything out.

I thought you and I were suffering from the same disease, and you were spiritual roots, but later I found out that your temperament doesn't look like a good person, and it is almost a copy in many places.

As for the result?

Then there is really no need to mention it.

Mo Yan let out a long sigh, went down with a single mana, and directly cleaned the medicine pot, and the flame was rekindled. After the water was boiled to a boil, he threw in various spices and various spiritual things, and finally boiled until it was rich. Although the essence is a panacea, But it’s not impossible to use it to cook soup, and I’m not rushing to cook medicine right now, so there’s no need for any reconciliation or the like. Everything needs to be boiled into the soup to reach the most easily absorbed state.

But even so, under such circumstances, Mo Yan's mind still brewed for a moment, what to add, and to what extent, will reach the point where the drug's effect is the best, but this idea will soon disappear. Just disappear, there is only one reason, no need.

In the boiled soup, there is not much precise measurement, but the taste is just right enough.

When the soup is cooked, the ingredients inside are soft and rotten enough, but not too much, let alone boiled into dregs.

Mo Yan acted as if he was the only one around, doing whatever he was supposed to do, as if there was some air beside him.

Luo Hu didn't speak, just sat like this, standing from her angle, and didn't know what state he was in. As for using his spiritual sense to find out something, Mo Yan didn't want to try it, in case he was noticed What should we do when we arrive?

Self-defeating?

Add embarrassment to embarrassment?

The spoon collided with the bowl wall to make a slight sound, and the thick soup entered the throat. It tasted really good, but Mo Yan didn't put all his body and mind on this thing at the moment.

I don't know how long I waited, but Luo Hu still didn't move. It seemed that everything was the same as before, no different from before.

Or maybe something else.

Therefore, the bowl of soup that I deliberately gave myself this night was a bit uncomfortable.

It could be because it's just me, or it could be because of something else.

Anyway, half a bowl of thick soup fell into his stomach, and Mo Yan didn't know how to drink it. It can't be said that it tastes like chewing wax, but it also makes people gradually unable to drink it.

It's just that Mo Yan is really not reconciled to giving him all the medicines he cooked before, and now he has to do something more to cook soup for himself to moisten his throat.

But for my own mood to be a little better, and for my state to not have to go back and forth like this, my heart is completely put back in my stomach.

Mo Yan stopped holding the spoon completely, threw the spoon directly into the bowl, freed his hand, took out two spirit fruits from his cuff, and stuffed them into his hand again.

After doing this, Mo Yan picked up the spoon again.

This time I feel more at ease.

Luo Hu looked at the spiritual fruit in his hand, he saw that it was not too big or small, the whole body was rosy, and the color was uniform, as if it was already ripe. The spiritual energy contained in each spiritual fruit may be roughly the same, but as far as this appearance is concerned, It is rare, as if it was specially selected, and it seems to be unintentional.

Mo Yan has a lot of spiritual fruits in his hand, but these two belong to the kind of spiritual fruit he is particularly familiar with.

It was the one that Mo Yan thought he liked.

Ok……

The fruit is very sweet, a little sweeter than he imagined.

Speaking of which, is this annoyed?

In addition, the matter of pulling Mo Yan into the water seems to be more and more fruitful, as if it has really been accomplished.

If it was him in the past, he probably would have more thoughts, but now, he still feels a little less, but this thing is always around the corner.

Luo Hu tilted his head to look at Mo Yan, the light in his eyes was undisguised.

Mo Yan turned his head and met his gaze, without covering up or pretending, which made Mo Yan stunned for a moment.

The sunset is about to end, and the feeling of the setting sun like blood is getting stronger and stronger, just as the dawn of the moon has not yet risen, but there are some traces.

It makes everything a little more ambiguous, a little more difficult to be strict.

His whole person is more in the shadows, it looks obscure when pressed, his ink-like long hair is half-tucked behind his head by a headband, and the hair in front of his forehead hangs down along the side of his face, unrestrained and unrestrained Taming, these words were never superficial on him.

The beating of the heart lost its usual rhythm, and I don't know how much it accelerated.

It seems that there is something that is difficult to restrain, as if there is a position that changes again and again, which makes people unable to figure out and feel unclear.

It seemed that something that was difficult to explain in a few words, just when Mo Yan wanted to think about what it was, a voice sounded from a distance.

"Report to Patriarch, I got news in the South China Sea that someone broke into the bank of the South China Sea. I've inquired about it. It's not the Feng Clan and the Qilin Clan, it should be that group of people!"

He looks a bit ferocious, but now he is holding his head high, striding towards this side, with someone behind him pulling him vigorously, seeing this side raised his head, with a smile on his face, he quickly withdrew his hand, and then He deliberately distanced himself from that person, and even stepped back, as if to symbolize that they were not a group of people.

"What I'm suing is a serious matter! He still stopped me, patriarch, you have to punish him!" Chang Heng said seriously, as if he was complaining. As for whether to use eye drops, the person behind him was very clear about it. , but now that person is not angry because of this matter.

This idiot!

The sound of "click" continued. Luo Hu looked at the person in the distance, and the news came to his ears. He said that he was not happy now, but his veins were throbbing. Looking at the "hero" Luo Hu couldn't help rubbing the knuckles of the fingers of his left hand, and then shook his hand. Tighten your fist.

"... Patriarch?"

【Speak】

Xuan Qi burst into tears, he had not been treated like this before.

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I have finished saving the manuscript, but I found that I forgot to set the time, but fortunately, I found it soon! =v=?