"Alright, he was just bullied and is in a weak state. Why are you arguing with him?"

"You should go back first. I'll talk to you about cultivation later."

Ningguang's brows furrowed deeply.

This Nether Vine is indeed extraordinary.

Why did Master entrust this scourge to Immortal Lord Fu Yu?

Fu Yu wanted to help Ming Teng to the bedroom in the backyard, but as soon as they reached Fu Yu's bedroom, Ming Teng's face turned pale and he was out of breath, as if he was about to faint.

We cannot move another step.

Helpless, Fu Yu had no choice but to take him into her bedroom first.

Lying on my master's bed, I was surrounded by his pervasive fragrance.

Ming Teng was truly having trouble breathing now.

Covered by his master's blanket and smelling his master's incense, it wasn't long before his breath also carried his master's faint fragrance.

Thinking about this, Ming Teng felt a chill run down his spine.

Unable to suppress the urge to transform back into a snake and entangle his master.

Why is your face so red?

Fu Yu touched his forehead with the back of her hand, then looked down and saw the scars on his face from the icicle.

She found the medicated lotion and applied it little by little to her cheeks.

In the blink of an eye, the wound disappeared.

Fu Yu handed the medicine bottle to Ming Teng, saying, "Apply the medicine to the wound on your chest yourself."

Feeling the thin veil of his master's sleeve slowly slip away, Ming Teng grasped Fu Yu's hand.

Her bony, overly thin fingers slipped between Fu Yu's fingers, and a few trembling sobs escaped from her throat.

"Disciple, it hurts so much. Master, please help me apply the medicine, okay?"

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Ming Teng: Every day, I suppress my serpentine nature.