Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Seeing that Yi Huang was silent, Zhao Fushuang asked, "I'm asking you something, do you agree?"

After a long time, he replied, "I don't need assistance."

Zhao Fu snorted: "Is it because you don't need support, or do you think I'm too weak to be your support?"

"All."

There are also!
Zhao Fushuang was choked by Yi Huang's truth for a long time, unable to speak.

Okay, my own strength is not very good, rather than being his assistant, it is more practical to ask him for protection directly.

But Zhao Fushuang suddenly blurted out without knowing why, "What kind of god is Yun Banqing?"

Yi Huang paused and didn't answer for a long time.

Zhao Fushuang regretted it when she said it, but when he didn't answer, her rebellion came out: "If you don't answer, you will go down. I don't need you to take care of me. If you don't take care of me, I will die. You caused my death. From now on, you will live in guilt for the rest of your life."

Yi Huang: "..."

What a rogue act!
Zhao Fushuang really started to struggle.

Yi Huang said helplessly, "It's the Seeding Grass."

Seeking grass?
Just the rare grass that can be used to find traces of things in the legend?

I heard that some mutated tracer grass can also look back to the past to explore the future.

To put it bluntly, it is also an assistant.

This is because he has already had a suitable support, no wonder he dislikes her so much.

Zhao Fushuang is not spineless: "In the future, I will definitely be the most powerful healer. If you miss today, you will beg to be my main attacker in the future, and I will not want you."

"..."

Still begging to be her main attacker?
A cure that can't be settled for a month?
Ah!
Talent is not enough, but imagination is very good.

Ignoring Zhao Fushuang's unreasonable troubles, Yi Huang slowly withdrew the mana in his palm.

In the tone of an elder, he said earnestly: "You can find the main attack that suits you slowly, but your practice method is really too extreme. You are only a pot of fifty gods now, and you still have a chance to correct it."

Zhao Fu played with her fingers with lowered eyes.

She still doesn't know what's going on now, and she hasn't found out the reason for her loss of talent. Strength is what she lacks most now.

If there is a war with the Yunding faction.
For revenge, what she needs is a one-shot victory, not a retreat for herself.

If the Yunding faction can't give her justice, she doesn't mind dying together.

Of course, in this situation, there is a huge disparity in strength, and the opponent has a large number of people. Unless she has a great opportunity, otherwise, there is not much possibility of retreating unscathed.

Yi Huang's white clothes were drenched with sweat, and he got out of bed with an exhausted look on his face.

It is a refreshing thing to gain cultivation, but it also suffers when it is pulled out again.

He performed two cleansing techniques on himself to get rid of the sweat on his body, glanced at Zhao Fushuang, and gave her another cleansing technique.

Zhao Fu was cleaned inside and out.

Zhao Fushuang, who instantly became refreshed, was stunned.

What is ablution?
Not to mention taking a shower!
Where the magic power passes, it can be clearly seen inside and out.

That is, Yi Huang bathed her? !
Zhao Fushuang's heart was full of turmoil, but someone had a face of taking it for granted.

Zhao Fushuang leaned sideways against the wall with great difficulty, and poked her teeth with the tip of her tongue, "Is it because you have slept in that you are becoming less and less polite to me now?"

Yi Huang said solemnly: "I turned off my five senses."

Zhao Fushuang was speechless.

Or is it that people who lack the seven emotions and six desires really have no roots?

"Do you think it's okay? I'll also turn off my five senses. Let me touch your chest, and we'll make it even."

Yi Huang froze all over: "."

Thinking about it this way, it seems that something is wrong.

After many years of companionship, Banqing never knew how to advance or retreat. When the relationship between the two really warmed up, she had to soar. Speaking of which, he didn't have much experience with women.

Zhao Fushuang is more informal than men, so after a long time, the defense between men and women will inevitably become loose.

Yi Huang sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, Ningshuang is on duty at the No. [-] Tears Realm on the Peak of Aspirations, and I can't be there on call. When you were unconscious, I was doing all the cleansing techniques."

Zhao Fushuang: "."

Thoughts turned.

In fact, Yi Huang still ignored her at first, it was her talking about her lack of seriousness, which made him less defensive.

Zhao Fushuang felt that she seemed to have become delicate, and she was not so awkward before, and she didn't know when she said that she was not forgiving, but in fact she didn't like to get too close to Yi Huang.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't touch you anymore, don't be so serious, and be more careful when you are with girls in the future, it's easy for people to entangle you."

Yi Huang walked to a futon three meters away from the stone bed to meditate and adjust his breath.

However, he didn't settle down for a moment.

In fact, Zhao Fushuang's words were superfluous. Although he forgot his sense of proportion with her, he was sure that no one could get close to him, let alone cross the border with other girls!

Yi Huang listened to what she said, and in the next three days Zhao Fushuang was drenched with sweat again and again because of his weakness, except for pouring her a glass of water occasionally, he meditated all the time and never cared about her.

Zhao Fushuang wanted to slap herself.

Call you troublesome!
Are people ignoring you?

After recovering for a while, Zhao Fushuang regained some strength in her hands. She tapped the bamboo on the bed: "Can you get me a bucket of bath water?"

Zhao Fushuang is a person who, if indulged, can sleep like a walking corpse for a few days.

She doesn't have to be too clean either.

Mainly, "I want to take a medicinal bath."

The medicated bath is mild and suitable for her current state.

She wanted to heal her injuries as soon as possible and go to the peak.

Yi Huang looked over, water is not a problem, but: "There are no herbs."

Zhao Fushuang: "."

There was a distance of three meters between the two, one was lying down, the other was sitting, their eyes were facing each other, and their emotions were complicated.

Even if she took his space container, but in his territory, he is a mountain master who has mixed up to his level, and there is no one else.

Yi Huang couldn't help but say, "I'll go find Yukun."

What do you want Yukun to do?
borrow?
Why does she feel that the rumored puppet leader is unreliable?

Could it be that a mountain owner borrowed some medicinal herbs from a headmaster, and the headmaster said bitterly to the mountain owner, "No."

Thinking up to this point, Zhao Fushuang shook her head again and again, she must have thought too much, the dignified sect master, if he didn't even have some medicinal herbs for bathing, then life would probably be meaningless.

Yi Huang put the bathtub into a space bag and left.

After a while, Yi Huang came back, but his expression was not good.

Zhao Fushuang suddenly had a premonition, wouldn't she guess right?
He took the tub out of the space container, put it into the bamboo screen, and threw a few handfuls of dry and scattered herbs into the tub, saying solemnly: "Let's go."

Zhao Fu was dumbfounded: "."

She wondered if she didn't see clearly.

Just a few dead grasses?
What a medicated bath!

It really made her say it right, that head is really poor.
Zhao Fushuang retracted her shoulders into the quilt, her shoulders trembled, and her wound hurt so much from laughing!
The majestic mountain lord and the head of a faction are not as good as a mortal!

This Yunding faction is simply a joke in the world!
Yi Huang's eyes darkened, and he explained: "Yukun doesn't know alchemy."

Zhao Fu waved her hands: "Don't explain, I understand."

As she said this, her eyes were still full of smiles.

The laugh was not mocking, it seemed purely amused.

The big and bright fox eyes are full of affection when smiling, the cheeks that can be broken by blows and blows are stained with blush from long-term laughter, the bright and colorful facial features are vivid and compelling, the black hair on the forehead is wet with sweat, and the temples are shining brightly.

At this moment, for the first time in 5000 years, Yi Huang has a distinction between beautiful and ugly girls.

Maybe Zhao Fushuang is really good-looking.

Prettier than all the girls.

From pale and morbid to rosy and bright, it becomes more and more fragile and precious.

Yi Huang was distracted for a while, when he came back to his senses, he rubbed the center of his brows, turned around and walked out of the cave.