Young Master Yun

Tang Yingying raised her face slightly, and a red cloud appeared on her delicate and pretty face. She quietly looked at Yun Hao who was sitting cross-legged in front of her with her eyes closed and practicing, with infinite tenderness flashing in her eyes.

Fang Qiao blinked her long eyelashes slightly, and opened her eyes a little bit. She heard the conversation between Yunhao and Tang Yingying just now. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable in her heart. She didn't like Yunhao and other women Talking, I don't like Yunhao to hold other women's hands. In her heart, only she can have such a right.

Although she was covered with the bear skin that Yun Hao had just put on, Fang Qiao felt chills in her heart. Her body curled up even tighter, and she kept trembling. It started to turn pale.

Huh——Fang Qiao suddenly began to breathe rapidly. This breathing caught Tang Yingying's attention. Yun Hao's body trembled as he closed his eyes tightly. Beads of sweat began to remain on his forehead. He had already reached the critical moment of transforming the battle qi in his body into one, and felt that something was wrong with Fang Qiao. He gritted his teeth and finally opened his eyes, which showed a tired look. It consumes one's energy.

"Sister Fang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Yun Hao open her eyes, Tang Yingying froze for a moment and felt Fang Qiao's rapid breathing.

"Qiaoer, what's wrong with you, Qiaoer?" Yun Hao hurried over to hold Fang Qiao in his arms, and asked anxiously.

"Let me see." Tang Yingying said, biting her lips lightly.

Yun Hao nodded, and handed Fang Qiao's wrist to Tang Yingying. Tang Yingying closed her eyes slightly, and said after a while: "She has a fever, caused by overwork these days." She looked at Fang Qiao There was also a touch of pity in the eyes of the weaker body.

"What should we do?" A nervous expression appeared on Yunhao's face.

When will you be nervous for me?Tang Yingying thought in her heart.

Originally, fever is a very common disease, but cultivators are physically much stronger than ordinary people. They almost never get sick, but once a person with such a physique gets sick, it is very difficult to cure. Because ordinary medicines have almost no effect on their bodies. After all, the aura of heaven and earth is used by them for their own use, and the aura nourishment of such ordinary medicinal materials is not bad.

In this way, once a cultivator gets sick, he must rely on his own strong immunity to resist it, or he has to swallow some of the celestial herb pills with supreme efficacy in the world.

She pondered for a while before she said: "There is a kind of vermilion holy fruit on a Tongtian peak four or five miles west of Izumo peak. After eating this kind of vermilion holy fruit, her body should be able to recover quickly, and such a The holy fruit is also of great help to her improvement of cultivation."

"Okay, I'll go get the holy fruit right now." Yun Hao stood up eagerly, wanting to get out of the cave.

But just as he took a step, he felt his sleeve being pulled. Yun Hao turned his head and saw that it was Tang Yingying. Tang Yingying shook her head at him and said, "Mr. Yun, the night in the extreme north is extremely dark. Even cultivators have extremely short eyesight in such cold conditions."

"Even if I can't see anything, I still have to look for the holy fruit." Yun Hao said resolutely.

"Let's wait, there are powerful monsters guarding the fairy things. If you go to get the holy fruit in your current state, I'm afraid there will be no return. Not only will you save sister Fang, but you will also set yourself up. Go in." Tang Yingying insisted.

"Then what should we do? What should we do now?" Yun Hao was anxious like ants on a hot pan.

Tang Yingying sighed slightly, and then said: "Mr. Yun, if you have some qi recovery pills on you, you can give one to sister Fang. It shouldn't be a problem to temporarily suppress this disease with fighting qi."

Yun Hao hastily took out a small porcelain bottle from the Najie, which contained a bottle of Qi-Returning Pill that he brought out when he was in the City Lord's Mansion, Yun Hao poured out five or six pills from the porcelain bottle and walked towards Fang Qiao.

"I can't do this!" Tang Yingying was startled when she saw this scene, she got up and said quickly.

"Why not? Swallowing more will soon make this vindictiveness severely suppress the hateful fever." Yun Hao said with a slight frown.

"It's not a medicine. If you swallow too much, it's impossible for Sister Fang to fully absorb the power of the medicine in her current state. It's nothing more than a waste of medicine, but if it causes backlash, it will be very bad." Tang Yingying shook He shook his head and said.

Yun Hao was obedient and gave Fang Qiao one of the Qi Hui Pills, while he hugged her tightly.

Fang Qiao's long eyelashes moved slightly, and said with difficulty: "I'm fine, pig, you should rest early."

"You can recover some of your skills at night, and tomorrow I will go with you to get the Vermilion Sacred Fruit." Tang Yingying said from the side.

"Qiaoer, how do you feel now?" Yun Hao nodded to Tang Yingying, and asked Fang Qiao in his arms.

"Well... I... I'm very comfortable, pig, your embrace is very warm..." Fang Qiao said in a daze, her eyes were already closed.

Yun Hao hugged the delicate body in his arms even tighter, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Miss Tang, you should also go to bed earlier." After a while, Yun Hao said to Tang Yingying, who was on the side with a concerned expression.

"Well, Mr. Yun, you... We have known each other for a long time." Tang Yingying said a little awkwardly.

"Yes." Yun Hao replied briefly.

"Then are we friends?" Tang Yingying raised her head and looked into Yunhao's eyes and asked.

Yun Hao's gaze somewhat dodges, holding Fang Qiao in his arms at this moment is already a little sorry for Xiao Yu, if he is causing a beauty debt, then the guilt in his heart will be even deeper.

"That's right." Yun Hao said, staring at the red stone wall illuminated by the fire.

"In that case, can you call me Yingying in the future? I... all my seniors call me that." Tang Yingying said with a slightly red cheek.

"Uh..." Yun Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he said unnaturally: "Of course it's ok Tang... oh, Yingying."

"Then I'll call you Brother Yun from now on." Tang Yingying smiled, like a snow lotus blooming in winter, causing Yunhao's heart to twitch violently.

The night was getting darker, Tang Yingying didn't know if she was asleep or awake, she was leaning against the stone wall with a bear skin on her body, there seemed to be a slight smile on her crystal cheeks.

Yun Hao hugged Fang Qiao tightly in his arms, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Yingying's sleeping figure.

The fireball seems to have some kind of spiritual power to control it, it has been floating and burning in the hole without the slightest tendency to weaken.

Yun Hao let out a long breath and closed his eyes slightly.

How can I, Yunhao Hede, let you treat me like this...

Long and steady breaths of hot air spewed out from Yunhao's nostrils, and he entered the cultivation mode. Only when he recovered his strength would he be able to pick the vermilion sacred fruit for Fang Qiao.

The night in the extreme north was extremely long, and when there was a gleam of light outside the windy cave, Yun Hao also opened his tired eyes, which were bloodshot.

Feeling the pure and full fighting spirit in his body, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This night, the Medicine King's Sacred Code once again displayed its perverted repairing ability. After one night of absorbing the weak fighting energy in Yunhao's body, it has recovered to about [-]%, but most of the absorbed spiritual energy is ice-type. That's why he spent a lot of time in his heart to transform and balance all these grudges by relying on his own sea of ​​qi.

After working like this, Yun Hao not only felt mentally exhausted, but also felt powerless and cold all over his body.

"The cold air here seems to be much colder than that outside the Great Wall of Piaoyu Empire..." Yun Hao stood up and patted the dust off his body, and said to himself.

"It's already getting dark, and it should be almost clear when we get there." Tang Yingying had already stood behind him at some point, looking at Yun Hao's tall and straight back with gentle eyes and said.

"I'm leaving now, and you stay here, after all, I'm worried about Qiao'er staying here alone." Yun Hao said.

Tang Yingying nodded, but found that Yunhao couldn't see her, and said: "That's fine, but if the magic beast that protects the holy fruit is too powerful, you don't have to fight with it there, and we can discuss it when you come back." Discuss, there must be a way."

Yun Hao turned around and smiled at Tang Yingying, and said, "Don't worry, I won't hand over my life to those hideous monsters." After speaking, he disappeared at the entrance of the cave.