Supreme Medicinal God

"Silly girl, this is not a dream! It's really me!"

Ye Feng smiled, took Han Xiaoyun's face, and kissed her lips hard.

At the same time, that kind of real touch made Han Xiaoyun sure that all of this was not a dream. The people outside the window were indeed Ye Feng, with blood and flesh, and loved her Ye Feng deeply.

It has been several days since Ye Feng traveled to Baishan. Over the past few days, she has been worried and worried about Ye Feng.

She was afraid that she would hurt Ye Feng's heart, so that he would never return to himself.

But now, Ye Feng appeared in the window in the early morning.

And even Ye Feng, who appeared in the early morning hours, came to see her with flowers.

Although it was only a few days, at the moment, she had a feeling of reunion for a long time, could not help holding Ye Feng and sobbed.

"Aren't I coming back? Don't cry!"

Ye Feng rubbed Han Xiaoyun's soft hair, warmly relieved, and exaggerated a trembling, bitterly said: "You never plan to hug me through the window..."

Hearing this, Han Xiaoyun was blushing and Ye Feng flipped in through the window.

"Do you usually wear this kind of clothes when you sleep at night, or do you want to meet me specifically?"

After standing, he closed the window with his backhand and swept to Han Xiaoyun. Ye Feng could not help but swallow.

I saw only a set of pure white clothes on Han Xiaoyun's body.

Although the color of the clothes was white, it did not make her skin appear black, but it was reflected in the skin like Xueyu crystal, shining with attractive white.

In particular, the two groups of gully between the soft and fluffy cotton, made people have the urge to check her depth.

"Don't watch...you know, I'm sick, I can't..."

Han Xiaoyun was looked like Ye Feng's knife-like gaze, and his body was a little hot. He quickly grabbed the side robe and wrapped it in his body, then shyly bowed his head.

"Then do you mean, if your illness is cured, what can I do?"

Ye Fengyi still looked at Han Xiaoyun, and smiled evilly.

At this moment, Han Xiaoyun was seen by his head like a big fight. Without even hearing what he said, he nodded wildly.

"Okay, then wait for me to cure you!"

As soon as Ye Feng heard this, he immediately came to his mind and rushed into the kitchen with his fists clenched.

He had already prepared all the materials needed to refine Shiyuedan except Jingyanghua.

Now that Jingyang is in hand, Han Xiaoyun has affirmed the answer, how can there be any further delay.

Without thinking about it, after turning on the natural gas, he threw the Dan furnace onto the flames, and then started a dazzling operation method, processing the required medicinal materials one by one, and then thrown it into the furnace.

"Ye Feng, what are you doing?"

Han Xiaoyun looked at Ye Feng's movements doubtfully, and Ye Feng's actions at the moment made her feel wonderful.

But she could clearly smell that there was a strong scent of medicine overflowing along the furnace.

And just smelling the fragrance of the medicine made her feel as if her body had become lighter. It was like there was a wrong screw. It was being adjusted by someone at the moment, to be back to normal.

"Alchemy! Refine the panacea that will make you recover!"

Ye Feng gave a concise sentence, then tore off the petals of Jingyanghua piece by piece and threw it into the Dan furnace.

The medicinal properties of Jingyang flowers are concentrated in the petals. This peanut is in the extremely cold place and is accompanied by Bingxin grass. At first, it produced a trace of pure yang in the extreme cold. This pure yang is extremely rare and is also refined. The key to Shiyuedan.

After just a few breaths, the fragrant fragrance came from the Dan furnace, and the originally melted medicine liquid gradually merged into a Dan.

After the elixir was completely formed, Ye Feng quickly turned off the fire, and then took out the elixir.

"Take it and your illness will be cured."

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng took out Shiyuedan and handed it to Han Xiaoyun.

Shiyue Pill is round and full of purple, with a silver gleam on the surface of the pill. It looks like this is a full moon hidden in this pill.

"This... is incredible..."

The appearance of Shiyuedan made Han Xiaoyun deeply shocked. Even at this moment, she felt reluctant to swallow Shiyuedan.Because this Elixir does not look like Elixir, but it looks like a perfect artwork.

Take a perfect artwork, it makes people feel like they are violent.

"No need to regret, this is what I prepared for you."

Ye Feng smiled, pinched Shi Yuedan, and carefully entered Han Xiaoyun's mouth.

The elixir entrance immediately turned into a hot liquid and spread to all parts of Han Xiaoyun's body.

The strange heat made Han Xiaoyun feel that some kind of change was happening inside his body. The screw, which is different from ordinary people, was undergoing improvement and approaching the normal situation.

Not only that, the heat made her feel dry and hot, and her original white and pink skin gradually became pale pink with time, and a few drops of fragrant sweat lingered in her pores.

After a long time, the strange feeling finally disappeared completely.

"Am I alright?"

After froze for a long time, Han Xiaoyun looked at Ye Feng doubtfully and asked curiously.

"I don't know..." Ye Feng shook his head. This was his first time to refine Shiyue Pill. Where would he know how effective this pill was, but then, he smiled evilly and slowly said: "Okay No good, we will know if we try."

"Don't..."

Han Xiaoyun stepped back nervously, trying to avoid Ye Feng.

But where she could not hide Ye Feng's clutches, before she struggled, Ye Feng reached out and grabbed her hands, her hands circling her waist, hugged her waist, a princess hugged her in her arms, the two were tight Close to each other, strode toward the bathroom.

The fiery breath, like a violent storm, raged across every part of Han Xiaoyun's body, especially the peculiar scalding, which made her tremble and twisted her body.

On the way, the clothes on the two of them fell like butterflies.

Ye Feng's hands, like a spirit snake, wandered continuously on Han Xiaoyun's white skin, and the smoothness and softness of a thousand shapes changed at his fingertips, making him bloody, eager to find something to wet himself to dry up body of.

Wow la la...

The shower opened, and the warm water drops landed on the flesh of the two white flowers, splashing fine ripples.

A moment later, Han Xiaoyun was long and content in the bathroom, like a painful, happy sigh.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng's evil laugh sounded in the bathroom: "Mr. Han, I can be sure now that your illness is all cured..."

(End of this chapter)