It is said that this crap has counterattacked again!

Chapter 182.

The water of the magic spring was extremely cold, but when it was applied to Tang Wei's body, it still quickly became hot.

There seemed to be something in her body that was releasing heat continuously.

On the side, Leng Yan kept washing the cloth with magic spring water patiently, and then gently applied her hot forehead again.

After repeating this, I don't know how many times it was applied, the continuous heat on Tang Wei's body was reduced a lot.

"Hmm... sleepy... don't disturb my sleep." After applying the cold, Tang Wei stopped groping, and subconsciously wanted to push away Leng Yan's hand that was covering her face, and made a vague moaning sound.

"Leave me alone, tsk." Leng Yan gave a slight 'tsk', stopped her hand movements, and helped her sort out the messy clothes on her body,

Then he sat quietly by the bed, watched the breathing of the woman on the bed gradually become even, stretched out his hand to sacrifice a touch of true energy, and slowly infused it into her body.

When the zhenqi touched Tang Wei's body, Leng Yan could clearly feel that she had suffered a serious internal injury, but the strange thing was that although the injury was serious, it did not cause any huge damage to her.

At this time, there was a powerful force in her body, which was slowly repairing her injury.

In fact, Tang Wei was most seriously injured in the mental aspect.

The moment he Yuyin entered Tang Wei's Sea of ​​Consciousness just now, he saw her desperately resisting the raging fire around her. That scene shocked him, "Silly girl, she obviously has no ability, but she always likes to be brave."

Leng Yan sighed softly, and at the same time sacrificed a touch of spiritual power. The moment her spiritual power touched Tang Wei's sea of ​​consciousness, Leng Yan could clearly feel that her spiritual world was in a state of chaos at this moment.

After probing, Leng Yan gently let go of his hand, and took out a flute from the Qiankun bag.

This flute is made of excellent white jade, the body of the flute is carved with bamboo, it doesn't match Leng Yan's temperament very much.

Playing with it carefully, Leng Yan slowly put the jade flute to his mouth, and then, a burst of soft sound waves slowly flowed out from the flute.

The sound of the flute is long, like the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, like the singing of birds and insects in the forest, crisp and melodious, urging people to sleep.

Of course, this is no ordinary lullaby.

Beside the bed, Leng Yan flashed through his mind the knowledge he had learned over the past few days from repeated Yuyin exercises, followed the guidance of his spiritual power, and slowly guided the flute sound, slowly dispelling the chaotic spiritual power in Tang Wei's sea of ​​consciousness. smooth.

On the bed, Tang Wei's brows that were still slightly frowned just now began to relax slowly.

Soon, there was a small snoring sound in the room.

It seemed that she was really exhausted, and when she fell asleep at this moment, she fell into a deep sleep.

After the song was played, Leng Yan gently put the jade flute back into the Qiankun bag, gently pushed open the door, and strode towards the kitchen.

It was mid-afternoon, and the villagers went out to chat and chat, and took a lunch break, but there was no one in the kitchen.

This is the room where Tang Wei lived before in Medicine Valley. Leng Yan also lived here for a few days, and he is quite familiar with this area.

He stood at the door of the kitchen, looked around, and found that there was no one around.He hurriedly closed the kitchen door and window, took out a pheasant he had killed not long ago from the Qiankun bag, waved his hand, lit a fire, boiled water, and plucked the hair.

Soon, the chicken was processed, and then, he put the stew pot on the side on the stove, quickly cut up the pheasant chicken, and put it in the pot.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a large handful of jujubes, goji berries, and longan that looked very good from the Qiankun bag... After washing them carefully, he sprinkled them into the pot.

"pat, pat..."

Outside the window, there was a sound of footsteps, it should be some idle uncle passing by.

Leng Yan paused in his hands, and hurriedly used a trick to put a soundproof cover on the kitchen, "I never thought that such an important thing would be forgotten."

After putting up the soundproof cover, Leng Yan completely let go of his hands and feet, and with a big wave of his hand, a wisp of purple-black breath was connected to the flames on the stove, and immediately, the size of the flames could be completely controlled by him.

"Gudu Gudu..." Under Leng Yan's deliberate control of the flame, the soup in the pot quickly boiled, and soon, a strong smell of meat wafted out.

"Wow, it smells so good! Who actually cooks soup at this time!" The smell was so strong that it soon spread to the village.

At this time, when the villagers were resting and chatting in the afternoon, they suddenly smelled such a strong smell of soup, and many people followed the smell to the kitchen window where Leng Yan was.

"Hey, isn't this the kitchen in the house where the fairy lives? Is the fairy cooking? It smells so good!" Soon, a young man came to the window first, took a few breaths, and exclaimed.

"But Fairy, she doesn't seem to know how to cook." The other person was very puzzled, and looked up at the closed window in the kitchen, "Look, the boat house is still closed, and there is no chimney in this kitchen, how can Fairy It would be so strange!"

"What happened to the fairy? Listen, there is no sound in this kitchen." A middle-aged man with a rich imagination suddenly said in surprise.

"Yeah, that's weird." Hearing what he said, the people walking with him suddenly slapped their heads, "Come on, let's go outside the kitchen door to see if something happened to her. It is said that When the fairy was picked up by the saint yesterday, she was unconscious!"

Then, there was a sound of slightly flustered footsteps.

"Crackling..."

Hearing the sound of footsteps under the window, Leng Yan hurriedly turned up the fire, until the pile of firewood in front of him was crackling.

Boil the chicken soup in the pot, the meat flavor is getting stronger, and it's almost time to get out of the pot.

"Papa papa!" There was a loud knock on the door.

"Fairy, fairy, are you in?" The knock on the door was mixed with the anxious calls of the villagers.

On Leng Yan's forehead, there was a trace of sweat oozing slightly.The hand movements began to speed up.

Leng Yan used to be cold to this villager before, but now, he doesn't even say hello, and just uses his kitchen. He doesn't want to be caught like this.

That will ruin the image!

"I am a majestic demon king, the appearance of going to the kitchen must not be seen by ordinary people." Leng Yan waved his hand, and added a protective cover to the kitchen, and then, as if he was deaf, he let the people outside the door shout Throat, slapped hands, he just didn't open the door.

He wanted to boil the chicken soup as soon as possible before leaving secretly.

"Hey, why are you all here?" Soon, the kitchen door was full of people.

"Everyone, something has happened. This kitchen seems to be possessed by an evil spirit. We can't push it away!" The people outside the door who just started knocking on the door replied anxiously.

"Papa papa!" The person behind didn't believe it, he patted it several times, and pushed it a few times, and found that the door didn't move at all, "I'm really bewitched, this kitchen is obviously used for being pushed down. Old wooden door!"

.........

Outside the door, there were knocks on the door.

Inside the house, Leng Yan frowned slightly, looked at the chicken soup that was completely boiling in front of him, and with a wave of his big hand, extinguished the fire in the stove. Regardless of the hot soup, he picked it up, removed the isolation cover, and pushed the window open, Leap out and fly.

"Clap!"

With a loud noise, the window, which was not strong at all, was pushed by Leng Yan, fell to the ground, and shattered into a wooden plank.

"Look, everyone, it seems that someone jumped out of the kitchen window just now!" In an instant, a young man who just happened to rush over here to watch the excitement, exclaimed at the flying figure of Leng Yan.

"That's right, he's still a young man from the back, with a tall stature. I don't think there are any handsome guys with such a stature in our village!" The other old people who followed the young man were also amazed!
(End of this chapter)