Chapter 556 Dust Snow (2)

Fu Xuan looked at her particularly beautiful eyes and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, if the God is in a good mood, can you give me some healing pills?"

It had been a long time since he had asked for anything from others, so the feeling was quite unfamiliar. He had nothing now, and it was almost like begging.

Qing Yun raised his hand and placed a bottle of Sanyi Shendan on the table.

"God, are you really not going to consider telling me your name? I will repay you when I become successful in the future." Fu Xuan asked again.

The ice behind him condensed into a chair. Qing Yun leaned back and glared at him, "Don't consider it. Do you think I'm being kind?"

"Alright." Fu Xuan took the bottle of pills with regret, "Thank you to this God who did good deeds without leaving a name."

Qing Yun lowered her eyes and stroked the void in front of her. A set of tea sets appeared in front of her, and her fingertips rested on the teapot.

Fu Xuan took the teapot before her and said, "I'm here, but I don't have anything, so I can only offer you some flowers."

Qing Yun looked up and glanced at him when he heard that. Then he remembered something and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips into a faint smile.

"You are offering me cakes. Cakes are not flowers, and I am not a Buddha."

She disappeared from where she was. "I'll be back in a while."

Fu Xuan boiled the water, made tea, and tapped her fingers on the table, wondering what he had said that made her suddenly laugh.

Fu Xuan warmed the tea with his magical power and ate all the pills in the bottle.

After taking this bottle, his injury did get better a little, but the Sanyi Shendan was no longer of any use to his injuries that had not yet healed. He had to heal himself from now on.

The snow stopped and the sky soon cleared up. Fu Xuan looked at both sides of the Ice Crystal Temple, where there seemed to be some clues.

There's more than one temple? This kind goddess lied.

Soon Qingyun came back, sat down with a flick of his sleeves, picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Does the God think my tea-making skills are okay?"

"It's OK." Qing Yun leaned back slightly while twisting the teacup, and pinched out a piece of freshly bought cake from the space. "The tea is good."

Fu Xuan poured himself a cup, and then someone's eyes fell on him. He paused, then reacted and said with a cheeky smile: "Well, please give me a cup of tea, God."

He poured the tea a little too smoothly.

Qing Yun nodded slightly, "Judging from your bearing, you must have an extraordinary background, right?"

"It's because the elders in my family are capable, and I just need their protection."

Qing Yun chuckled softly, and floated into the hall, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

Fu Xuan sat there for a while, shaking the tea in the cup, taking a sip, and was a little surprised. "Life? It's quite rare."

After drinking it, even the wound felt a little better.

Fu Xuan was already shameless enough, and he felt that he could be even more shameless, so he drank the whole pot of tea.

Fu Xuan felt deeply moved as he used his immortal power to transform the vitality inside into his own use.

The situation is not extremely bad. Although the injury has not healed well after a month or two of recuperation, I am not too passive after being released.

Fu Xuan returned to the bedroom where he woke up to heal his wounds, and left a month later.

As soon as I walked out of the temple, I heard a melodious flute sound. The flute sound brought wind and snow, and drew the power of ice and snow between heaven and earth into it.

Fu Xuan raised his eyes and saw Qing Yun standing in mid-air, with a cool light on her body. The ice and snow under her feet bloomed like lotus flowers. She blended into the snow in the vast sky and earth, but she could not be ignored in the snow.

Qing Yun pinched the ice-blue flute with his fingertips, his eyes lightly cast on him. After playing the last note, the snow between heaven and earth returned to calm.

After staring at her eyes for a long time, and under her slightly dissatisfied gaze, Fu Xuan smiled and said, "God, I always feel that your eyes should not be this color."

She was just practicing the sound killing formation.

Qing Yun walked slowly towards him, ice lotus blossoming under her feet. She asked nonchalantly, "What color should it be?"

"It should be the same color as ice and snow."

When it was suspended slightly above him, Qing Yun lowered his hand slightly and placed the flute against his heart. He looked into his eyes with a clear gaze, and at the same time, a pleasant voice reached his ears, "Although you call me God, there is not much respect in your words, expression, and behavior. It seems that you have a considerable background."