The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 8 008: Yaoyao is growing up soon.
Yun Ranyue nodded in response, walked to the chair and sat down slowly, resting her elbows on the armrest and supporting her chin, in a somewhat lazy manner, "What are you good at?"

After pondering for a moment, Wu Yu said: "When we were children, we were teachers and doctors. I am good at medicine and poison, and my sister is good at martial arts, but..."

She closed her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes, but her tone was calm and calm: "Our master was later betrayed by traitors, my sister and I were captured and imprisoned, and we were made puppet medicine masters, and ours was abolished."

Before Wuyu finished, Yun Ranyue raised her eyes and landed on the scars on the two wrists, understanding what she meant, the two of them were the most important things in the people who had been abolished in God's Domain.

Withdrawing her eyes, Yun Ranyue sat up straight, "I can cure you," in a flat tone, as if talking about an ordinary thing.

Wuyu and Miyan were stunned, their big eyes filled with shock.

There are only a handful of people in this world who can cure them. It's an understatement of what the Grand Master of Jin is capable of.

"However, I have conditions," Yun Ranyue continued, staring at the two of them with clear eyes, her tone was unhurried, with a sense of oppression: "This seat wants you to swear allegiance to Yaoyao to the death and never betray."

Without hesitation, the two knelt down to swear, with firm eyes: "The servant swears to be loyal to the little master to the death, and will never betray, go through fire and water, and will not hesitate!"

The two sisters are kind-hearted people who will repay their kindness, not treacherous villains. Since they promised to stay by Nan Zhuohua's side, they will never have two hearts.

What's more, their bodies are already half useless now, they thought they would stay like this for the rest of their lives, since God favored them, they must cherish the chance of living.

Yun Ranyue nodded in satisfaction with them, and threw out two small white jade porcelain bottles, with words like gold: "Drink."

Wuyu and Miyan took the porcelain bottle, looking at each other in puzzlement, "This is?"

Yun Ranyue only answered one word: "Blood."

Blood?whose blood?

Although the two sisters had doubts, they didn't dare to ask further questions. When they opened the cork, there was bright red blood inside, but they could not smell the slightest smell of blood. Wuyu was good at medicine and poison, so they couldn't tell what kind of blood it was.

The two drank the blood in the porcelain bottle. In an instant, the scar on the wrist was like a fire, and the pain followed.

Yun Ranyue moved in front of them in an instant, her fingertips were as fast as a gust of wind, and touched several large acupuncture points on their bodies.

The two fell to the ground in an instant of pain, curled up, their whole bodies seemed to be torn apart, all the muscles and bones seemed to be dismantled and reshaped, but the scars on their wrists were gradually disappearing, and the disconnected blood line was looming and slowly connecting together.

Yun Ranyue never glanced at the two people who were in pain on the ground, and returned to the seat without saying a word.

He said: "If you survive it, you will be born again. If you can't survive it, you will be hell."

Yun Ranyue took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped her fingertips slowly. Qing Yu, who was watching the night at the gate of the hall, saw this scene and knew that her master had committed a cleanliness disorder again.

Just now, he just tapped a few acupuncture points on the two girls, and now he hastened to clean his fingertips. In this world, only Princess Yiguang can cure his master's cleanliness.

After a full cup of tea, the two girls rolled on the ground in pain, their clothes were soaked in sweat, they gritted their teeth, and didn't cry out.

Until the blood lines of the wrists are connected together, as if wearing a red string on the wrist.

Then the blood line slowly disappeared, and the two of them survived this life-and-death difficulty.

Qingyu looked at them, admiring them, and couldn't help admiring in his heart, the pain of bone erosion, which is hard for men in the world to endure, these two girls persisted through perseverance.

Yun Ranyue lowered her eyes and wiped her fingertips, her eyebrows raised slightly, as if she was also surprised.

The two sisters were exhausted and sweating profusely. They lay on the ground to rest for a while, and then slowly stood up, stroking their smooth and unmarked wrists, and the surprise of the two was beyond words.

"Thank you, Master Guoshi!" The two sisters knelt down and thanked again, with even more respectful expressions.

After wiping his fingertips, the brocade handkerchief turned into powder in his hand. Yun Ranyue warned the two of them: "In the future, you stay by Yaoyao's side. Don't mention too much about the God's Domain to Yaoyao." He raised his eyes, There was a little more light and shadow in the clear eyes, "She is still young, there are some things she shouldn't know."

The sisters agreed.

When Yun Ranyue got up and went back to her dormitory, Wu Yu suddenly asked: "Dare to ask what kind of blood Master Guo Shi gave us to drink just now?"

"The blood of this seat."

Feng Qingyun calmly dropped a few words, and Yun Ranyue left.

Wuyu froze in place for an instant, with a look of horror in his eyes, unable to calm down for a long time, and muttered in his mouth: "It turns out that the master of the country is actually him!"

There are only a few people in this world who can heal them, and there is only one person in this world who can heal them with his own blood.
Mi Yan was puzzled by it, leaned his head and asked, "Who is sister talking about?"

Mistwhisper whispered to her.

Hearing this, Miyan couldn't hide her shock, covering her mouth in disbelief.

No wonder, the first time he saw their wrists, he knew where they came from, and the probing palm, with such a strong aura of God's domain, turned out to be that lord.
Yun Ranyue returned to her bedroom, and beside the window lattice, there was a potted flower, but there was no trace of soil at the root of the flower, only bare roots, but it was still full of vitality.

The petals look like begonias, the color is coquettish, and there are three fruits on the branches, which are crystal clear and light red, and the texture of the fruits is clearly visible to the naked eye.

Yun Ranyue cut through the palm of the hand, and the red blood dripped on the root of the flower. The light red fruit seemed to be sucking blood, and the color became more and more red.

This potted flower is called "Shengtang", and the fruit it bears is called "Shengtangguo." This flower cannot be cultivated with soil, it must be irrigated with blood, but not everyone's blood can be irrigated.
It was almost watered with blood, Yun Ranyue withdrew his hand, he opened his palm, red light lingered, deep in the dark pupils, there was a bit of demon red, and the deserted eyebrows and eyes added a bit of charm.

But the wound on the palm was slowly healing. In an instant, the palm was intact, smooth and without any marks. When I raised my eyes again, the pupils were like ink, pitch black without ripples.

Fiddled with the holy tang fruit with his fingertips, Yun Ranyue's lowered eyes seemed to have hidden the ups and downs of half his life, and his voice was low and shallow: "Yaoyao is growing up soon."

That's right, it's almost grown up. There used to be seven holy tangerines on the holy tangerine flower, but now, there are only three left.
The next day, the sky was clear, with a faint ray of light breaking through the clouds, as if a warm sun was about to emerge, and the unmelted snow from yesterday was still spread on the ground.

At Sishi, Nan Zhuohua woke up, his almond-eyed eyes were bleary, he stared on the bed for a long time before getting up, picked up his little clothes and looked over and over again, frowning tightly, and scratched the bird's nest a few times.

After confirming that she would not wear it, she called out to people outside the hall: "Yueyaer," the voice of the little milk who just woke up has a strong nasal voice, soft and sweet.

Even though she had a maid by her side before, Nan Zhuohua was used to calling Yun Ranyue the first time she woke up.

(End of this chapter)