The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 18
"Zhao'er...what's going on here? Why are your veins..." Yun Mo suppressed his excitement and looked at Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo put down the teacup, took a pen and paper from the side, and started writing.

Although Yun Mo is a Qingling, he can't prevent the walls from having ears.

Feng Zhuo chose the safest way, and briefly explained her abilities in the language of this world.

Of course, she wouldn't say that this was a supernatural ability, but that it was a technique that suddenly appeared in her mind the moment the beast spirit was drawn out.

It also didn't say that as long as it is a damaged creature, it can be restored.

It's just that she has just practiced the kung fu, and it took more than a month to restore the broken tendons.

As for what realm this kungfu can practice in the future, and what it can restore, she doesn't know.

But this was enough to shock Yunmo.

"Beast spirit..." Yun Mo opened his mouth wide and said silently.

Feng Zhuo thought for a while, and could only say try.

The main reason is that she doesn't know what kind of beast spirits are like at all, and naturally she doesn't know whether there are still incomplete beast spirits in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Besides, she didn't know how much time it would take to repair the cracked soul. Even if there was a broken beast spirit, the time to restore it would definitely be far away.

The joy in Yun Mo's eyes gradually dimmed because of her narration.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more bitter.

"Zhao'er, grandpa can only live for three years at most!"

What Feng Zhuo originally wanted to ask, was all choked in his throat because of this sudden sentence.

She knew that Yunmo's end was approaching, and everyone in the imperial capital knew about it, but no one knew how many years he could live.

Unexpectedly, only three years!

Yun Mo recovered from his trance, looked at Feng Zhuo who was stunned, and couldn't help but secretly annoyed, how could he tell Feng Zhuo these things at this moment?

He should let Feng Zhuo concentrate on cultivating.

Yunmo's eyes were full of apology, and he said in a hurry: "Zhao'er, don't worry, although grandpa can only live for three years, grandpa will definitely arrange for you and Chen'er before he dies. Grandpa will definitely not let you Be persecuted by the Feng family again!"

Feng Zhuo came back to her senses, the fingers of her hands on her knees gradually curled up.

She looked at the old man who was talking anxiously, trying to use all methods to reassure her, with a smile on her face.

"Grandpa, I will not let you die! I will definitely not let you die, you believe me! I am a genius with the purest beast spirit in Lingfeng Kingdom. No matter what kind of exercises I practice, I will make rapid progress. Practice this exercise The method will definitely not be slow! You believe me, I will make you better, let Yun Yichen be better, let the Yun family be better, and let everyone who bullies us be better!" she said.

Seeing her recovering, Yun Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He patted Feng Zhuo's head and said, "Okay! Grandpa believes in you! As long as you are not scared stupid by Grandpa!"

Feng Zhuo heard the perfunctory in Yun Mo's words, but she didn't explain anything.

Her abilities are against the sky, no matter in the original world or in the current world, things that are against the sky cannot be explained clearly, only by doing it can people understand.

After Feng Zhuo left, Yun Mo was silent for a while, explained to Yun Yichen, and left.

As night falls, the lights are on.

Yun Mo stood outside the tall Zhumen, gritted his teeth, and knocked on the door.

The huge mansion is as luxurious as a palace, but it is quiet.

Although he couldn't see anyone, Yunmo knew that there were people everywhere around him, but they were just hiding in the dark.

(End of this chapter)