Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

Even though she was in a good mood at the moment, she felt something was wrong when she thought of Ye Chenyuan's silence just now. This man always talked dirty and had a charming face, but his hands were not proper.

Regardless of whether she was overthinking it or not, as long as she thought about the pain that man might be suffering, her heart would surge violently and uncontrollably. The corners of her mouth unconsciously raised an arc, and her eyes were bright and moving, but mixed with blood, dark and terrifying.

That was her man, and only she could make him frown and feel annoyed.

He doted on her and kept her in his heart. She loved him and kept him in her heart.

She looked up at the night sky above her head and smiled gently again, her eyes filled with stars but full of madness.

Ye Chenyuan, I am yours.

...

That night, everything was as usual, the cattail flowers swayed, the red skirt fluttered, the stars shone, but her longing for him became deeper.

...

The sun is shining brightly and warmly, the daytime is no longer as cold as the nights, and the temperature has become pleasant again.

In the courtyard, a man in elegant purple clothes stood beside the flowers. Looking at the person who was practicing with his eyes closed on the roof, Song Yiche frowned slightly.

She spent the whole night outside like this?

"Swish!" A sound of breaking through the air came, Song Yiche raised his hand to catch a piece of paper, glanced at Ye Youran who had opened her eyes, opened his eyes and looked down.

Two large, casually written characters: "List" are particularly eye-catching.

The spiritual plants were listed one by one. Although they were neatly written, the handwriting was really not good enough. It was crooked, but you could still tell what was written. Compared with Ye Youran's exquisite appearance, the handwriting was too crude.

Song Yiche couldn't help laughing when he looked at the messy handwriting.

He carefully distinguished them and found that although some of the spiritual plants were precious, they were not hard to come by. Some of them were extremely poisonous.

After reading it, Song Yiche was slightly puzzled and asked, "Is this enough?" Although he didn't know how to make medicine, he did know a thing or two about the pharmacology of spiritual plants over the years. The list was filled with common flowers and plants, with only less than ten plants being relatively precious. However, he was puzzled that he could make a life-saving elixir with just these.

"Whether you make the medicine or I make the medicine, just find it. Can I let that one third go?" Ye Youran glanced at him coldly.

"I'm just asking for your advice humbly, not doubting you." Song Yiche raised his eyes and looked at her steadily, his brows deep.

"You just need to know that one-third is mine. I won't answer any questions."

“……“Could you please stop mentioning that one third all the time? It makes me so upset.

Song Yiche calmed down his depression, took the piece of paper, and said sullenly: "It will be delivered in the afternoon."

Seeing the petite figure still sitting cross-legged on the roof, frail and lonely, he somehow asked: "Why are you so eager to go upstairs?" He was surprised by what he said. He thought she would not answer, but he heard her say it.

"There is a gentle beast there. He has a bad temper and will go crazy without me." Ye Youran curled the corners of his mouth, smiling happily and proudly.

"Boom!" Song Yiche felt a slight pain in his heart and his heart skipped a beat.

Although I couldn't see the expression of the person on the roof, I could still imagine that those beautiful eyes were full of vivid colors.

He frowned, feeling bitter, and wanted to ask more questions, but he was unwilling to speak again. He calmed down, his expression slightly condensed, and reminded himself that she was his savior, she was very bad, she was very perverse, she was very cruel, she spoke bluntly, her words were sharp, she never cared about others, she only lived happily for herself.

Such a person......

But it made him a little concerned.

I'm just curious about such a unique person. Song Yiche made a conclusion in his heart.

He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "We will be able to find out within a month."

"If we can't find out, you know the consequences." The chilling words made him feel cold all over, but he felt the coldest in his heart.

"Second brother!" A young man's shout woke him up from his loss. He looked back and relaxed his brows a little: "Shao'er, what are you doing here?"

The little boy ran over, but missed the hand extended by his second brother. He looked at the petite red shadow on the roof and shouted: "Ye Youran, I'm here to play with you!"

Song Yiche looked at his empty hands and wanted to smile faintly, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his heart felt even more desolate.

My brother only has eyes for girls.

Ye Youran glanced at the little boy who kept calling her from below, and kept hearing: Come down and play! It’s a good day to fly a kite! Or you can go to the martial arts arena and practice!…..

The buzzing sound is really noisy.

Ye Youran frowned, glanced at Song Yiche coldly, and said with disgust: "Drag him out."

Song Yiche was feeling aggrieved, but when he saw her impatient expression, he felt relieved and said calmly, "He just wants to play with you. If you're bored, you can go out with him."

"Yes, yes. It's so boring staying here. Come down and play with me. I have a lot of pet animals. I can give you one." Song Songshao shamelessly insisted on getting her to play with him.

By making friends with such a powerful person, he can also become very powerful! Song Songshao firmly believes this.

Ye Youran smiled grimly: "If you are not afraid of more blood on the ground, or if your brother suddenly disappears, let him stay here."

"... Shao'er, this is not a place to play around. Have you learned the moves that Master Wu taught you?"

"...Second brother." Song Songshao lowered his head in embarrassment. He had just sneaked out from Master Wu.

"I'll check it this afternoon. If you fail, you'll have to start over." Song Yiche said calmly with a blank expression.

"I'll go back now..." The young man looked at Ye Youran reluctantly. Even though she had been threatening him, he was not afraid! He made a face at Song Yiche and turned around and ran away. Come again next time!

"..." This naughty kid really deserves a beating. Song Yiche narrowed his eyes and looked at his brother who was getting more and more courageous. He turned around and looked at Ye Youran until the little figure disappeared at the end of the path, and said: "No one will come to disturb you again."

"I hope so. I have such a bad temper that even I am afraid of myself when I get angry." The girl muttered to herself with her head down and smiled faintly at Song Yiche who was leaving.

The young man paused, sighed softly, and walked away.

She is still so arrogant.

.....

In the depths of a palace in the Jiuzhou Continent, in a jasper pool that was steaming with hot air, a man with disheveled black hair closed his eyes and dozed off. His exposed upper body was white and strong, and his slightly raised abdominal muscles were sexy and attractive. Half of the golden ratio inverted triangle was exposed to the air, which made people's blood boil at a glance, while the other half was submerged in the water and its shadow was looming. The hot air was steaming, and the white mist was floating in the house, getting thicker and thicker. Only a shallow outline could be seen in the mist. The crystal water droplets on the man's body quietly slid down along the lines of tension and relaxation, and after a slight rise and fall, they paused at the navel, and quickly merged into the pool, causing subtle ripples, leaving only a series of wet water marks on the explosive body that was faintly tempting.

The medicinal aroma was diffused, so strong that it made people feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Master, the time has come." Chi appeared in an instant, half-knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said respectfully, not daring to look at him even once.

"What's wrong?" A deep, pearly voice with a slight hoarseness came out from the man's thin lips.

He moved slightly, raised one hand to support his chin, and lowered his eyes. As he moved, the white mist on his chest dissipated slightly, revealing a hideous scar on his heart. The wound had not yet completely healed, the flesh was slightly sunken, and the spots of burn marks rose and fell, tangled together, making the scar look so ugly and terrifying.

If this knife had moved a little bit more, the consequences might have driven Ye Youran crazy.

"...The temple." Chi Yi's breath was heavy and his tone was cold.

The temple, which has a transcendent status, cannot survive if it has hurt its master.