waste wood pharmacist

Chapter 472 Power of Soul Contract 2
Chapter 480 Two Power of Soul Contract 2
Jimo Qingcang raised the corners of his lips with wanton indifference, his black eyes swept over An Ran's concentration, and his fingertips caressed her faintly whitish lips

"stupid"

Unceremonious, with a faint hoarse voice.

An Ran stretched out her hand and quickly grabbed the man's wrist, her eyes met the black man's.
"Come on."

The words were coquettish and flattering, even though it had been a while since the pain hit just now, the paleness of An Ran's cheeks was still wet with sweat.

A light flashed quickly in An Ran's eyes, and was easily captured by those dark eyes, the wrist tightly grasped by the small white hands did not move, and the body stared aggressively at An Ran's eyes, and his lips curled up. It's getting stronger and stronger, but the indifference and blood in his eyes seem to be about to burst out.

An Ran leaned against the side of the table with her back, and finally found a fulcrum.

Hearing Jimo Qingcang's indifferent and hoarse voice
"An'an, tell me, what did you notice?"

An Ran blinked, the breath between the two of them paused leisurely, and their gazes were all fixed on the wrist that An Ran was holding tightly.

The bright eyes were finally stained with righteousness,

"I didn't notice anything."

Yes, his body, everything is normal.

The pulse condition was peaceful, without any sign of disorder.

While speaking, An Ran let go of her tightly grasped hand and hummed softly.

"My husband is always awkward. How could he come to me on a sudden whim? Your sudden change made me think you were ill. It seems that I am taking it easy."

When he heard the word "An Ran Husband" uttered, he watched the black waves of ink in Jimo Qingcang's eyes begin to roll.

An Ran felt that the man on her body was leaning more and more towards her side, and she couldn't hold on anymore, so she wanted to resist and stood up.

It's just that as soon as he moved, he was inlaid by the man and hugged him tightly.

"That is the power of the soul contract, which comes from the master-servant contract I signed with you."

An Ran listened, half understanding.

I keep thinking about things related to the master-servant contract in my mind.

She seems to have seen these words before, the power of the soul contract...

correct!

The power of the soul contract is another form of the master-servant contract. When the contracted party or the contracted party is about to die or is seriously injured, if the two people are connected with each other, the pious power emanating from the other party's body will prompt The power of the soul contract is activated.

Extend the life of the person who is about to die for one month, but if he still dies after one month, the other party bound by the power of the soul contract will also die.

Of course, it is also beneficial, because the power of the soul contract has another name, the soul partner contract.

Since then, the unequal master-servant contract has become an equal contract of life and death.

In the "Ancient" book that An Ran read, there were only a few words about the power of the soul contract.

But she remembered.

An Ran's eyes widened, and a message burst out in her mind.

The power of the soul contract has a necessary condition.

Unless one party is seriously injured or dying.

A dying person, tsk.

It's okay for her to be alive and kicking, and there is only this person in front of her.

Word by word

"What would you do if the contract was not signed just now?"

An Ran asked with sincere eyes.

It's just that the hand clutching his sleeve has turned white.

The evil and prey on Jimo Qingcang's face began to slow down, until the corners of the lips were pursed into a straight line again, the rigid expression on his face was tinged with indifference, and the black eyes calmed down again

"Dead."

An Ran's eyes filled with anger,
"So, I said I would come out, and you agreed, so that you don't die in front of me, right?!"

The breath of silence erupted again, spreading in this small inn.

This dark night has only just begun.

An Ran was also so angry that she forgot that if Jimo Qingcang died, she would not be able to survive at all.

Jimo Qingqing's black eyes reflected An Ran's anger, and he hugged An Ran's waist tightly with both hands, then he listened to the indifferent voice slowly say:
"What are you angry about?"

She is angry?No, it's better to say that she was panicking, almost, almost her departure would really be the last time for the two of them.

An Ran glanced at Yu Wei
"Pharmacist Yu, can you explain to me?"

Back then, the reason why she dared to leave so reassuringly was because she listened to Yu Wei's words that at least nothing would happen in the short term, so she dared to come out.

From the words of the two of them just now, Yuming understood what was going on, with a disheveled face, stepped forward with a gray expression, knelt down respectfully and felt guilty
"It's the subordinate's dereliction of duty, and I ask the empress to punish him."

An Ran carefully looked at Yu Wei who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at his guilty and ashen face, as if he really didn't know.

Sensing this, the tone is still not very good, but it has eased a lot,

"Tell me."

Yuming bowed his head respectfully and said,

"After returning to the emperor, the poison of the miasma of tenderness has invaded the whole body. I blame this minister for neglecting his duty. When I diagnosed your majesty last time, I vaguely detected that the miasma of tenderness is unstable. There have been repeated trends before, and my subordinates did not care. But I don't know that this time the poison of tenderness miasma is coming so fiercely that it will kill His Majesty."

Thought flashed in An Ran's eyes, and he raised his eyes

"Why is this?"

Why is there such a repetition?

Could it be that this miasma of tenderness is like a voodoo, being manipulated by others? ?
Yuming raised his eyes subconsciously, then lowered his head and said
"Empress, Your Majesty's cultivation has improved again. The damage of tenderness miasma has reached the limit for Your Majesty."

An Ran listened to Yu Wei's explanation, and told her everything she didn't know about tenderness before.

In short, if they want their king to live, they must take the antidote before the next attack of tenderness.

Otherwise, there would be no need for January, and he would die as well.

An Ran turned her head and looked at those dark eyes, originally full of grievances and blame, but finally sighed lightly.

Bright eyes blinked

"Sleepy, go to bed."

Now the time is approaching midnight, and the night has already arrived.

Then he watched Jimo Qingcang purse his lips,

"kindness"

A smile was drawn on the corners of An Ran's lips, and she was tightly pulled up the stairs by those big hands, until the purple and blue disappeared around the corner, and the other eight subordinates breathed out a sigh of relief.

Yubin frowned tightly and did not relax, saying

"Six herbs, silver blood eight treasure ginseng, enlightened ganoderma lucidum, thousand-year-old python gall, and Bai Yanlu have been obtained, but there are still two medicines missing. Even if the medicine is obtained in the western medicine furnace, it is still one taste short."

Yuehu didn't open her mouth to speak until she heard Yubin's sad words, and the air pressure dropped again, she said coldly

"Trust the Empress"

(End of this chapter)