After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

Yu Guang panicked when he heard this, "What's going on? Are there so many precious medicinal materials in the mansion that can't be cured?"

Yu Limei frowned, turned her head to look at the group of doctors, and asked, "How far can Master Biao be cured?"

She was originally a mid-Golden Core Stage cultivator, and she could tell the trickiness on her right leg at a glance, but it would be good to have this life left in the corner of her eye, and she wouldn't say anything more.

"Third Madam, the young master's right leg is seriously injured, and the spiritual power has destroyed the muscles and bones. It seems that the medicine stone is difficult to enter, and it is impossible to recast the bone. In my opinion..."

"This can only be restored to [-]% of what it used to be at most. I'm afraid that in the future, Young Master Biao will walk...maybe it will be a bit unsightly." Or a limping posture.

The leading doctor changed the euphemism, not daring to provoke the anger in the corner of his head, so as to prevent them from becoming the target of anger again.

Yu Guang immediately opened his mouth wide when he heard the words, pointed at the doctor, and asked tremblingly: "You mean I will become crippled?!"

The doctors and cultivators didn't speak, but all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. The room was silent, and the significance of this was self-evident.

Yu Limei squeezed the handkerchief tightly, and the pearl hairpin on her head drooped slightly.

The corners of her eyes drooped, and she raised her head to take a deep look at those doctors.

"There are a lot of medicinal materials in the mansion, you just go and get them, if someone else asks, they will say that I am not feeling well and use them."

"And..." Her tone paused, she thought for a while, "Is there really no other way to treat it?"

The doctor shook his head, thought for a while before saying:

"Yes, there is, but the marrow-washing pill that has been refined from the long-lost marrow-washing grass must be paired with the bone-bone pill for repair. Apart from this method, we really can't do anything, third madam, after all, this The second time is a shot at the transformation stage."

Marrow-washing grass and white bone pill, raw human flesh and bones, one of these two kinds of pills will be looted when they come out, how can they, little monks, get them?

Previously, there was a legend of a small sect who got the marrow-washing grass, and was soon wiped out, and the marrow-washing grass also fell into the hands of unknown monks.

They also know the skills of Qiao's mansion, but would a young master Biao mobilize people to find such a panacea for him?

Yu Guang seemed to have grasped the last straw, and stretched out his hand, trying to grab Yu Limei's sleeve.

"Auntie, save my leg and find these pills for me. Otherwise, ask uncle to help me find them. I can't be lame!"

If he becomes lame, his future practice will definitely be hindered.

He still wants to continue to get one foot closer, and he will definitely not be willing to do so.

Yu Guang almost subconsciously chose to forget the difficulty of finding those pills.

Yu Limei's face was not very good-looking, she said lightly: "You should have a good rest first, I will mention this matter later, don't talk too much, my aunt will think of other ways for you."

What was said inside and outside, but she did not agree to Yu Guang, she is not stupid, if she got these two things, she would never give Yu Guang any treatment, if she had these two things, she would have been able to repair the damage on her body long ago.

But getting these pills is easier said than done?

She has worked hard to find out for decades, but she has not found a way.

Her body was damaged by cultivation in the early years, which made her infertile, so she adopted a child from a side branch.

How could Yu Guang be so unconvincing, it's okay for her to pamper this person on weekdays, but she turned a blind eye to being domineering, how could she have offended the cultivator of Huashenqi so much this time? !

She closed her eyes tightly, then quickly opened them again.

Yu Guang was wasted, she should now find someone to train again, since Yu Guang has no talent for cultivation, it is not worth her extra effort.

However, after more than 20 years of relationship, she just raised one more useless person.

She turned her head slightly to look at Yu Guang, but her tone became much colder, "Don't go out recently, stay in the courtyard."

After finishing speaking, she actually walked out without looking back. She called her "Auntie" several times from the corner of the eye, but she didn't respond, but left directly, and the people below dared not speak at all.

The medical practitioners have seen a lot of intrigue in the mansion, and they also know about the third lady's physical problems, so the "other methods" will never fall on Yu Guang.

Yan Xiuyu and his group returned to the inn, and Murong Mo followed behind him, looking at the mermaid, slyly raised an arc, and suddenly had a good idea in his heart.

He walked a few steps quickly, and stopped Na Luochuan, "This is the key to Tianzi No. [-] room, you sleep there tonight, don't disturb my master's rest."

Looking at the key in front of him, Luo Chuan could only accept it, pursing his lips. "You haven't told me my name yet. I'm Luo Chuan, a mermaid on the shore of the North Sea. How about you?"

He concealed his identity and only spoke his simple name.

Murong Mo was naturally unwilling to tell the name of the mermaid master, and they were originally pseudonyms, so they just gave them a random name.

"Don't inquire about my master. He doesn't like outsiders to disturb him. He saved you this time with a kind heart. If you are grateful, don't trouble him. As for me..."

His eyes lifted slightly, and he casually made up a name, "Li En."

"Friend Li Dao, does Engong have anything he likes? I am grateful for his life-saving, and it is a small gesture to give Engong something."

Murong Mo was a little impatient, didn't he tell him to make him less troublesome?Why do you still want to dangle in front of Master's eyes?

"That's unnecessary. Master likes to be pure most, without desires or demands. If you really have the heart, then don't bother."

With cold eyes, he went upstairs with his sword in his arms, and walked in the direction Yan Xiuyu left.

Luo Chuan did not expect that Daoyou Li was so straightforward, he shook his head with the key in his hand, it seemed that the master and apprentice did not want to have anything to do with him.

He can't even solve it by himself now, so it's better not to bother them, so Luo Chuan has settled down a lot.

Murong Mo took the opportunity to touch Yan Xiuyu's room, and threw himself on the little master, wanting to take a breath, but Yan Xiuyu flung the knife at him, and he could only stop instantly.

"Master, that fish insists on sleeping in my room, even if I ask him to leave...I will rest here tonight."

He poured tea into Yan Xiuyu's teacup flatteringly, raised his head slightly, kissed the center of the master's forehead, and put down the teapot in his hand.

Yan Xiuyu: "..."

He turned his face to the side and saw the young man staring at him as if he was staring at meat, wishing he could lick it and swallow it whole.

The veins in his head were throbbing, such a poor excuse, this villain... really left him speechless.

Murong Mo's black eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand, hugged the master, and put the notebook in Yan Xiuyu's hand on the table.

"Master, it's been a long night~ Why don't we go to bed early and start our journey early tomorrow, um~"

Yan Xiuyu didn't know what this villain was planning, so she immediately refused, "Can't you ask the shopkeeper or Xiaoer to open another room?"

"you...."

Yan Xiuyu's words were interrupted, he let out a muffled snort, felt the villain touch his red beans again, his body couldn't help trembling slightly, he tightened his grip on Murong Mo's black clothes, his voice trembled, "You Outlaws...have no shame"

"Master, call me Mo Mo~ okay?" Murong Mo was kissing his neck, and his hand was also picking out sensitive spots to poke, "Little Master's body is really very sensitive~"

Yan Xiuyu's face flushed red, he pressed Murong Mo's big hand that was doing evil, but Murong Mo picked it up again, brought his little hand to his lips and kissed it, the soft warmth slipped across.

There was a slight smile on Murong Mo's face, "Master, even his hands are so soft, doesn't the whole person taste sweeter?"

His eyes were deep, and his throat rolled a few times.

The tips of Yan Xiuyu's ears turned red visible to the naked eye, and she lowered her head not daring to look at him.

There was a layer of pink on the cold white skin, without the slightest sense of aloofness and alienation, but like a beautiful fairy who was pulled down from the mortal world.

Murong Mo couldn't help but be more presumptuous, seeing the appearance of the little master, if he could bear it, he wouldn't be a man!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

"Is Engong here? I just saw that Xiaoer is going to bring some tea here, and I want to bring it to Engong." Luo Chuan's voice sounded outside the door, interrupting all the ambiguity.

Murong Mo wished he could kill this fish!

Yan Xiuyu immediately pushed the person away, "Wait! I... I have something to do." He became uneasy about what he said, and when he saw his disheveled clothes, he immediately tidied them up.

Murong Mo sighed, knowing that it would be cold tonight.

He stretched out his hand, fixed the folds of the little master's clothes, put on the mask, and opened the door angrily, "Come in!"

He really wanted to use this fish to make soup tonight, but it turned out to be a bad thing for him!

Luo Chuan didn't care about Murong Mo's black face, he was still smiling, and greeted Yan Xiuyu when he came in, "Grandfather, this is tea, if you need anything, just go to the next door and call me."

His eyes touched the mask on Yan Xiuyu's face, and his eyes dimmed a bit. In his heart, he still wanted to see what his benefactor looked like, but he just looked at this attire.

He remembered what he had heard from humans before, and he had a new understanding of Yan Xiuyu and Murong Mo.

This "Li Daoyou" is probably not his real name.

Murong Mo's body exuded low air pressure, and his whole body looked gloomy, just looking at the dead and smelly fish like this.

Yan Xiuyu sensed Murong Mo's mood, and couldn't help reaching out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't think too much, he has no malice."

The soft voice slid past his ears, Murong Mo's heart moved, and he couldn't help pinching the master's white and tender little hand under the table.

Yan Xiuyu's eyes fell on Luo Chuan, and he responded lightly, "My daily life will be taken care of by my apprentice. You don't have to worry about it, you fellow daoists, just spend your time on cultivation."