"I'll concoct the medicine, you do it."
Before Mo Yunzhao could speak, he had already thrown the herbs into the furnace and started refining them.
Mo Yunzhao glanced at him as he skillfully refined medicine; his handsome profile seemed to glow under the lightning and thunder.
nice.
It's really beautiful.
Mo Yunzhao didn't dare to look again, and immediately waved the powder, then used his magic to repel those people.
When her magic power was depleted, Ling Jingyu would throw her a magic-restoring pill, which would instantly restore her magic power, allowing her to continue.
He refined medicine in the same way.
The two worked together very well.
They stood on the back of the roc, their red robes intertwined and their black hair tangled.
The roc carried them by, soaring past like a divine couple descending to earth.
The sky was overcast, and with lightning and thunder, a torrential downpour soon followed.
The rain was drizzling down, and large raindrops fell on the two of them, but they had no time to care.
He simply repeated the actions in his hands without daring to stop for even a moment.
Summer rain always comes quickly and goes quickly, but it also comes and goes.
And so it went, with sunshine and rain intermittently.
They concocted medicine and applied it.
As darkness fell, the riots in the city were finally brought under control.
Once they landed safely, the enormous roc that blotted out the sky instantly shrank, fell to the ground with a thud, and lay motionless.
Ling Jingyu looked up at Mo Yunzhao. Her hair was wet, and her clothes were soaking wet, clinging to her curvaceous figure.
He felt a warmth in his nostrils, as if something was about to flow out.
He quickly took out a bright red cloak embroidered with plum blossoms from his spatial ring, draped it over her shoulders, and then bent down to carefully tie the sash for her, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her cool skin.
It seemed that even through the silk gloves, one could feel the skin's whiteness and smoothness.
Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes, watching his fingers retreat rapidly.
"If Da Bai sees this, the roc's feathers will be in danger."
He turned his head to look at the roc lying on the ground, like a dead bird.
Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes, and in the dim light, the tips of his ears seemed to be turning red.
Seeing this, her originally cold cheeks warmed up.
"Um."
The warm atmosphere seemed to intensify as their faces flushed.
"City Lord."
"Owner."
The crisp sound of the willow branches and the roar of the big white dog came from afar.
Looking up, Fu Liu was riding Big White, coming quickly.
Exhausted, Dapeng collapsed on the ground, upon hearing Dabai's voice.
"grumble."
Dapeng quickly spread its wings and flew up, directly into Mo Yunzhao's arms.
Mo Yunzhao had no choice but to hold it.
In the blink of an eye, Da Bai was in front of them, raising its furry tiger head to look at Da Peng, who was being held by Mo Yunzhao.
"grumble."
Dapeng was exhausted, and when Dabai glanced at him, he immediately burrowed into the cloak and into Mo Yunzhao's arms.
It was exhausted and could no longer fly to peck at Big White's feathers.
Ling Jingyu looked at Mo Yunzhao's bulging chest and his devilishly handsome face, and his expression immediately darkened.
That damn bird!
Where should we go?
With a dark and sullen face, he reached out his evil claws towards Dapeng, who had snuggled into Mo Yunzhao's arms.
Mo Yunzhao lowered her eyes to look at his approaching hand, "..."
How do you chop off these hands?
Fu Liu stretched her neck, staring wide-eyed at his devilish claws: "..."
This location is a bit turbulent.
What is Your Highness trying to do with your hand?
Big White tilted its fluffy tiger head back, "???"
Why is Dapeng avoiding it?
"The ribbon came undone."
Ling Jingyu also noticed that the place where his devilish hand was reaching was a bit awkward, so he quickly straightened his face and solemnly adjusted the extremely sturdy strap.
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