Chapter 99 Little Pear Blossom, you do have some skills...
Huali was speechless; it turned out the Burning Rain incident hadn't even passed yet.
She ducked as Luo Chuan leaned forward, slipping under his arm to dodge.
The two switched places. Huali sat on the bamboo chair and took out the remaining blood-replenishing herbs from her Qiankun bag. This stuff could be applied externally or taken internally, but she didn't know how effective it would be. But it was better than nothing.
Luo Chuan's injuries must be more than just what's visible on the surface; his face has been very pale for the past two days.
Although it still doesn't speak human language, its fingertips tremble slightly very occasionally, as if it is trying its best to restrain something.
"Lie down for a while." Seeing that Luo Chuan was still standing by the bed without moving, Hua Li got up and stood on tiptoe to try to press down on his shoulder.
Luo Chuan looked down at the little girl in front of him. When she raised her eyes, her eyelashes swept across the halo of light, and her crimson ear feathers slid to the corner of her lips as she tilted her head.
He suddenly remembered the first time they met, when she puffed out her cheeks and blew away the red feathers, her almond-shaped eyes wary yet bold, trying her best to hide it but still revealing that she avoided him like the plague.
Huali blinked again, but then familiarly moved closer, grabbed his shoulder, and scolded him forcefully, "Hurry up."
The instinct of a beast caused Luo Chuan's pupils to contract, and a murderous intent surged in his heart, but it vanished the moment the little girl looked up.
"I'll brew some medicine for you using blood-nourishing herbs." This body absolutely cannot afford any mishaps right now.
Luo Chuan was forcibly pressed onto the bed by Hua Li without any explanation. In the blink of an eye, the girl was already busily squatting in the bronze snake-shaped furnace.
The soft, white steam enveloped Huali's eyebrows and eyes, making her appear both near and far.
Everyone thought he was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but in fact, Luo Chuan's cultivation had already reached the Mahayana stage a hundred years ago. After giving birth to eight tails, he was able to directly advance to the Tribulation Transcending stage.
But the unexpected happened so suddenly.
Nine bolts of lightning shattered all his illusions.
Before his eight tails had fully grown, he was shattered by the overwhelming lightning tribulation. The altar where he stood became the eye of the lightning tribulation.
All the barriers he had prepared to resist the lightning tribulation failed. He gritted his teeth and endured seven lightning tribulations, but his eight tails shattered on the eighth.
The backlash from the Heavenly Tribulation caused his cultivation level to drop by two realms, and his natal sword, the Spine Worm, also developed cracks.
Now, a hundred years have passed, and he has once again sensed the same aura as when the Eight-Tailed Beast shattered in the Burial Abyss of the Witch Clan.
The talisman array drawn on his collarbone by bloodletting over the past few days was almost complete, the dark red liquid seeping into his skin. Amidst the excruciating pain that most people could hardly bear, Luo Chuan revealed an almost joyful smile.
He was about to find out what tricks the witch clan was up to.
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Huali crushed the blood-nourishing herbs, preparing to put them into the medicine pot to boil. There was some kind of banquet tonight, and she planned to use the time to find out what other good treasures were there.
Since we're already there, it would be foolish not to take advantage of the situation.
Just like this blood-replenishing herb, if she hadn't been so ruthless as to pluck it all out of the Hundred Herbs Garden, how could Wen Jin have used it, then Tuo Wu could use it, and then Luo Chuan could use it?
The sound of the little girl pounding medicine with her copper pestle came and went. A slightly muggy afternoon breeze blew by, and Luo Chuan's thoughts slowly drifted like a piece of gauze soaked in water.
An unprecedented tranquility, accompanied by the aroma of medicine in the room, caused Luo Chuan's loosely clenched fingers to loosen slightly.
This little girl possesses a magical power that allows the Demon King to lower his defenses in an unfamiliar territory for the first time in hundreds of years.
Huali was busy preparing to deliver the medicine when she turned around and was slightly taken aback when she saw Luochuan clearly.
Is she asleep? This guy is definitely teasing her on purpose again.
After waiting for three minutes, Karin realized something was wrong. She leaned closer to take a closer look and found that Karin had actually fallen asleep.
Huali turned deathly pale! She was utterly terrified! She felt like the sky was falling!
She grabbed the chaotic beast flying around her, took a deep breath, and said in a choked voice, "Tell me the truth, does your master have some serious illness? Or is it incurable?"
The Chaos Beast was clearly even more surprised than Huali. It looked at its master and then at Huali. After circling in the air with its little wings, it first rubbed its head against Huali's face to comfort her before secretly shrinking into Luo Chuan's side.
The fluffy touch gave Huali a flash of inspiration. She quickly took out a new quilt from her Qiankun bag and carefully covered the Demon King with it, not forgetting to use a wood-type card to create vines to cover the four corners.
The secret to getting sick – drink plenty of hot water. Since you can't drink hot water now, sweating it out is definitely a good idea.
The Chaos Beast looked up, about to stop them, but was pulled under the covers along with them.
Ao Bai looked at the 30-degree Celsius sky outside, then at Luo Chuan, who was bundled up like a silkworm, and said, "..."
The host remains the same host, a ruthless and unyielding ruler.
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Luo Chuan was awakened by the heat.
For the first time, a different element has been added to the long-standing dream of the icy plains.
It felt like being scorched by fire; the lightning tribulation was no longer excruciating pain, but rather an attack accompanied by scorching flames.
Luo Chuan struggled to open his eyes from his daze. The warm, soft fragrance from the silk quilt solidified and pressed against his throat. He subconsciously gripped the corner of the quilt with his fingers, tried to lift it but couldn't.
Luo Chuan: "?"
The sticky feeling on his body made the Demon King irritated, but then he heard Huali's strong voice, "You're finally awake. I was just wondering whether I should wake you up."
Huali changed into a clean and neat black outfit, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, and stood at the door with her hands on her hips. "Does it feel better after sweating?"
Luo Chuan casually waved his hand, and his body instantly became clean and refreshed.
He paused for a moment in a suspicious silence, then finally pressed his fingers to his temples.
The fading light outside the window dissipated through his fingers, and Luo Chuan's voice, low and hoarse with the sound of someone just waking up, asked, "Little Pear, what's this?"
"Attending a banquet."
"The Burial Abyss opens tomorrow, and the Witch Clan is holding a banquet today. If we don't go now, we'll be late."
The coldness in Luo Chuan's eyes had not subsided.
He has always preferred watching plays to listening to others perform them.
Just as he was about to shake his head and refuse, Huali spoke up with great interest: "There are so many treasures in this Burial God Abyss. These people must have done their homework. We can copy their homework tonight."
"Since we're already here, it would be a waste to only take one twin lotus."
Upon hearing this, Luo Chuan asked, "You really want to go?"
"You don't want to go?" Huali thought for a moment, sensing his unspoken meaning. "That's fine, I'll go by myself."
Luo Chuan looked down at the smiling reflection of the rosewood on the bamboo curtain, then suddenly reached out and scattered the swaying shadow, stood up, and said, "It's not necessarily a bad thing."
Having grown accustomed to the erratic behavior of the madwoman, who would nod in agreement, Luo Chuan suddenly slapped his forehead as he stepped out the door.
Before he could react, Luo Chuan was struck on the forehead. Just as a mocking smile appeared on his thin lips, he saw Hua Li run to the stove and carefully lift the bowl of medicine that was being warmed on the stove.
Huali always forgets about empathy, so she carefully wraps the edge of the medicine bowl with a handkerchief, but even so, the warm touch still burns at Luochuan's fingertips.
"I almost forgot, the blood-replenishing herb paired with my secret all-in-one tonic soup will guarantee you a full recovery in a second."
Huali turned around, her high ponytail drawing a dark streak in the air, her bright smile in her almond-shaped eyes shining brighter than the stars outside.
The aroma of herbs that filled the room was broken up by the wind, and for a moment it felt like the intoxicating scent of apricot blossom wine.
Luo Chuan's expression turned cold in an instant, but his dangerous heterochromatic eyes seemed to want to trap Hua Li in a cage woven from her eyelashes.
A few seconds later, he suddenly sighed and chuckled, "No wonder the Buddha's disciple and the Demon Lord went mad. Little Pear, you... do have some skill..."
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