Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

"You have irregular periods, dysmenorrhea?"

The two got along day and night, and Yang Fan naturally found that her time was different several times, and she frowned from time to time.

Zhuge Jin gave a light 'hmm'.

"I'll help you get a few needles." Yang Fan took out a box of silver needles.

Zhuge Jin's eyelashes flickered, recalling the scene of getting rid of evil spirits, she blushed and looked around, "Is it here?"

Although there are no other people, but I still feel uncomfortable in the open air, and it is only private to open up a cave space underground.

Yang Fan said, "No need to undress."

"Oh." Zhuge Jin felt his cheeks burning hot.

After a while, Yang Fan pricked three needles on his flat, clean and delicate lower abdomen, "Okay, it won't hurt anymore."

"Thank you."

After whispering something, Zhuge Jin got up and walked five meters away and sat down cross-legged. Immediately, she closed her eyes and began to pretend to practice to hide her embarrassment and embarrassment. She thought in her mind: He seems to know everything, knows everything, and is omnipotent...

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and saw Yang Fan took out a washbasin, filled it with water polo, took out a mirror and manual razor, and started shaving.

Looking at his bronze ring, he was extremely curious, wondering how many things were hidden in it, as if he had moved the entire shopping mall into it.

After a while, a strong smell of pork rib soup came, and the liquid in the gourd seemed to be endless.

There is also a kind of purple fruit, like a crystal grape, with a tangy aroma, I eat one from time to time.

Zhuge Jin swallowed, feeling a little annoyance in her heart.

You don't know how to share!

I am a girl anyway, she is cute and has a good figure, although she doesn't talk much, but after getting along for so long, and fighting side by side through life and death, she can be considered a friend after all.

But as soon as the emotion came out, she drove it away, leaving only gratitude and admiration, and some complicated and inexplicable emotions.

but.

It smells really good, I really want to taste what it tastes like.

Is it pork rib soup? It won't go bad if you put it in a storage ring.

How much did you bring in?

My favorite is pork rib soup!

Swallowing again, just as Yang Fan turned his head to look, Zhuge Jin hurriedly lowered his head.

Yang Fan was having fun while suffering, and he was amused in his heart.

Every time she drank Mengpo soup and ate saffron fruit by herself, she secretly swallowed and glanced at her.

But he never asks or asks for it, how cute and cute he looks when he is entangled.

Let's see how long you can endure... Yang Fan turned around, faced Zhuge Jin, took out the gourd and took another sip of Mengpo soup.

"..." Zhuge Jin, who glimpsed this scene out of the corner of his eye, became annoyed again, suspecting that he did it on purpose.

A little thirsty.

He swallowed, and pursed his lower lip lightly.

She looked up, her eyes drifted and she asked, "Do you still have water?"

Before meeting Yang Fan, she used water polo technique to condense the water in the air to drink. Later, after Yang Fan threw her a bottle of mineral water from the storage ring, she drank mineral water every day.

Yang Fan waved his hand and took out a box of 'Nonghu Spring' and pushed it in front of her. Then, holding a spotless Sansako fruit, he wiped it slowly on his sleeve on purpose before throwing it into his mouth, with a look of enjoyment on his face. Then he took another mouthful of Mengpo soup.

"..." Zhuge Jin's slender jade hand stopped on the cardboard box, and a thought popped up in his mind: I want to punch him!

I don't want to drink water anymore.

He did it on purpose.

Rolling her eyes subconsciously, she put the mineral water into the storage ring, then turned to face Yang Fan, closing her eyes to practice.

"..." Yang Fan was stunned, and the mouth of the gourd stopped on his mouth.

This white eye is extremely beautiful, two points cute, two points playful, one point annoyed, one point angry, one point disgusting, one point glamorous...

It can be described as infinite style.

The main reason is that she usually has very little expression.

Either he showed a thoughtful look when he was talking and asking, or his face was calm without showing any anger, and most of the rest of the time he was calm and cold.

But no matter when, cuteness and playfulness naturally appear between the brows, even if it is cold, it will not give people a sense of distance that everyone should not enter.

On the contrary, it arouses people's feelings of pity and love, and the desire to approach actively.

Feeling that her gaze was always on her body, Zhuge Jin turned her head to look, and saw from those star eyes... Is it worry?

Yang Fan withdrew his gaze, put away the gourd, took out an ancient book and looked down at it. He sighed in his heart and felt a little tight in his chest.

The toxin in her body stays in gray for longer and longer, and I don't know how many times it can be suppressed.

Zhuge Jin pursed his lips, feeling that he would be wrong if he didn't mean to, but worry was in his eyes.

"Worried about himself, or about me?"

He shook his head slightly, closed his eyes again, but couldn't calm down to practice.

"Maybe I'm really dying..."

Thinking about it, Zhuge Jin's eyes unconsciously shifted to Yang Fan's face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, sharp features, and a handsome face full of contemplation.

Looking at it, I was fascinated.

After a few minutes.

Yang Fan raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, no~" Zhuge Jin blushed like a frightened deer, lowered her head, then raised her head again, as if to cover up, and asked casually, "What is that you drank..."

After asking, she was stunned for a while, and then swallowed unconsciously.

Yang Fan laughed in his heart, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, "A kind of psychic liquid that warms and nourishes the spiritual consciousness."

Zhuge Jin nodded thoughtfully, and replied concisely: "Oh."

Yang Fan asked again with a smile: "Do you want a drink?"

Zhuge Jin shook his head like a rattle, "No, no need."

At this moment, for a moment, she didn't think about Meng Potang anymore, and felt that Yang Fan needed it more. She didn't know how much consciousness she had spent on this journey to help her suppress the toxin.

Seeing her serious gaze, Yang Fan suddenly felt that the teasing that had been brewing all this time had become dull, and he took the initiative to explain:

"It's not that I'm stingy and don't give it to you."

"Your spiritual consciousness is too weak. After absorbing the refining Meng... psychic liquid, it will soon be eaten away by the red toxin to make it stronger. Then I will consume more spiritual consciousness to suppress the balance, and the purple fruit is similar."

Yang Fan suspected that when he was poisoned by the red poison, in addition to looking for Du Lanyue to detoxify, Meng Po Decoction and Wuyouguo also had the opposite effect, but he is not sure which one.

Zhuge Jin suddenly nodded and said, "Oh, I see."

"Did you call me a cheapskate in your heart?" Yang Fan asked anxiously.

"No way!"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Zhuge Jin's face, she really murmured 'stingy' in her heart, just for a moment, once.

Yang Fan smiled, looked down at the brochure, and seemed to think of something, his consciousness penetrated into the storage ring, and said: "Do you want to eat something else?"

Zhuge Jin tilted his head, "What?"

The voice fell, and there was a clatter.

Packaging bags of different colors appeared in front of them.

Potato chips, spicy bars, chocolate, jelly, boxed drinks, various biscuits, various nuts...

There is everything, dazzling, piled up into hills.

Zhuge Jin's eyes widened immediately, then his eyelashes fluttered, and he blinked a few times, only a few of them were impressed.

When I was a child, I didn't eat snacks often in the orphanage, and when I was brought into the folding space of Yunding Fairy Palace to practice, I almost never ate them again.

Yang Fan laughed and said, "The time has expired, but you can still eat it."

These were brought by Niu Guyu when he entered the Feihe Secret Realm, and he and Shen Xintong installed two storage rings in the supermarket.

He said it was for him, but in fact it was prepared for him by his sister-in-law who likes to eat snacks, fearing that he would have to stay in the secret realm for a long time.

Zhuge Jin nodded, and childhood memories appeared in his mind, his taste buds were full of saliva, he picked up a bag of potato chips and ate a piece, his eyes lit up immediately, it was the taste in his memory.

Seeing Yang Fan looking at her, she was a little embarrassed, and handed over the bag, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"you eat."

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head, lowered his head and continued to read ancient books, looking for other ways to detoxify.

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