magician

Chapter 79 Magic Scars
After a while, they returned to their residence.

Yan Junfan let go of Yin Huanhuan, raised his hand and patted her cheek, "Go to rest early."

"Wait!" Yin Huanhuan grabbed Yan Junfan's sleeve, "You haven't answered me yet! What happened after I lost consciousness? And what is that flower pond?"

Yan Junfan looked down at her holding his hand, "It's nothing, just use that flower pond to consume the medicine in your body."

"Then why haven't I returned to my original form?"

"It will take three more days, and you will recover naturally in three days."

"What kind of flower is that in the flower pond?"

Yan Junfan sighed slightly, "That's the Bana flower."

"The other shore flower? The other shore flower, doesn't it only bloom for a thousand years? How could these petals..." The petals in that pool seemed to be there in the first place.But Yin Huanhuan knew very well how rare the other shore flower was!
"There are a lot of things beside Wangchuan, you don't need to care about these things." Yan Junfan raised his hand and patted Yin Huanhuan's cheek again, "Go and rest."

This time, Yin Huanhuan simply grabbed his hand.

She looked into his eyes and said word by word: "You lied to me!"

"I didn't..." Before Yan Junfan finished speaking, Yin Huanhuan pulled him hard, and he staggered a step forward.

Yin Huanhuan took the opportunity to sneak under his arm, wanting to check him from head to toe.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned to his back, he saw a large amount of blood soaking through his white clothes, almost staining his entire back.

Yin Huanhuan's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Yan Junfan!"

Yan Junfan turned around helplessly, "I'm fine as a teacher, just let Mo Song make a diagnosis and treat it."

"You were at the door of Qiu's old house just now, why didn't you just let him diagnose and treat you?"

"That smelly old man always has some eccentricities!"

"..." Yin Huanhuan hurriedly dragged Yan Junfan into the room, "Why didn't you tell me you were injured! You think you have a lot of blood! There is only this little blood on your body, even if you are a demon king, you can't have more blood than others!"

"This little injury is nothing. Xiao Huanhuan, you are making too much fuss." Yan Junfan sat down obediently, watching Yin Huanhuan busy up and down.

"Nothing?" Yin Huanhuan held a medicine bottle, gauze and other things in his hand, looked at Yan Junfan raised his eyebrows, and hummed twice with a subterranean smile, "Well said!"

She walked up behind him angrily, took out a dagger, and cut open the bloody shirt unceremoniously.

"Just let Mo Song do these things." Yan Junfan didn't want Yin Huanhuan to see his injuries.

Unexpectedly, Yin Huanhuan directly "slapped" his mischievous hand off, and scolded viciously: "Shut up! I didn't learn anything in the dark forest, and this kind of trauma can still be dealt with."

After finishing speaking, she completely ignored Yan Junfan, and directly took off her clothes. The blurred scar on her back directly hurt her eyes.

"Aren't those petals from the other side not easy to come by? Aren't you a demon king? What hurt you like this? What about Mo Song? He didn't go with you?"

Yin Huanhuan first filled a basin of water, washed the wound clean, and then sprinkled it with hemostatic powder.

Fortunately, there are many good medicines in her space.

Once the hemostatic powder is sprinkled, the bleeding is stopped.

"This is... a scar left by magic?" Yin Huanhuan took a bottle of medicine that is good for healing magic scars, applied it on him, and then wrapped him with a bandage.

(End of this chapter)