Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 149 Darkness
"I can do this, but I didn't think of it just now." As an excellent pharmacy compounder, it is a basic skill to use spiritual power to feel the life state and attributes of the medicinal herb Lingzhi.

Ye Shurong didn't see how he made a move, but saw that the wildly growing plant retracted into the flower pot, leaving only a small emerald green bud carved like jasper.

Sure enough, although Teacher Mu Cen is not strong in combat, he has profound spiritual power and strong control. If he were in Nansen, he would definitely be able to become an elder. It can be said that it is a holy place for pharmacists...

After the mess was resolved, Mengtai felt reborn, and after Teacher Mu Cen nodded, he happily went out with Ye Shurong to feel the fresh air.

"If I get bruised and bruised again, I won't be able to save it. It will delay my time in researching potions."

When Mu Cen's voice came, Ye Shurong knew that he was reminding himself, and if he was really hurt, he would never leave him dead, because he had said this sentence countless times since he was a child...

Looking at the empty room, Mu Cen sighed, as a wounded person, why can't he save himself some time, because he just doesn't feel comfortable staying in peace, and when he goes back, he must report her in front of Grandpa Mengtai, so that she won't be sick all day long .

He caught a glimpse of another unopened bottle of potion on the table, then looked at the empty bottle in his hand, and remembered Ye Shurong calmly drinking it down.

Is it true that the taste of the potion changes after a certain period of time?
Mu Cen seemed to have made a big decision. He picked up the crystal bottle filled with amber liquid on the table. It doesn't matter if ordinary people taste this kind of healing potion. He also tried it when making it for the first time.

Picking up the bottle hesitantly, he frowned and took a sip, feeling instantly struck by lightning, and sprayed it out.

He retched, the bitter taste lingered for a long time, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be stimulated to produce physiological tears.

Seeing the snow jade fruit in his hand, he bit one directly. The sweet taste seemed to wake up the bitter and dysfunctional taste.

Why did he deploy this kind of thing in the first place? It was a nightmare. Maybe he could hand it over to those people in the academy to help interrogate and extract confessions...

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"Xiao Rong, does your injury still hurt?" Meng Tai walked beside her, as if she wanted to ask her a lot, but she didn't seem to know how to ask her. Ye Shurong was also happy to see her confused look.

Well...she admits she does have a bit of a bad taste sometimes.

"It's healed, nothing serious." Ye Shurong replied to Mengtai.

"When will you say that you are seriously injured? I guess even if you are about to die, you will look like there is nothing wrong with it..." Mengtai rolled her eyes, expressing that she could no longer trust Ye Shurong, a guy who never complained.

"Aren't I fine now?"

"The spiritual power is so weak, so thin that it seems that a gust of wind can blow you away, and you still say it's okay?"

"..."

Ye Shurong and Mengtai walked on the tree-shaded path, there was no one around, the golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, Ye Shurong suddenly felt a sense of tranquility.

"Xiao Rong, I don't have any friends, so don't just die casually."

Mengtai's words seemed to be teasing, but Ye Shurong could see the seriousness in her eyes, sometimes Mengtai really possessed a keenness that surprised her.

"From the moment I picked up the knife, I was doomed to be unable to stop, but I will try my best not to die casually." Ye Shurong's face was still pale, but her firm eyes would not change.

Even if she was confused, it would only be for a short moment. She always knew what she should do, cruelly and calmly cut off the ties that shouldn't exist...

Mengtai lowered her head, her green hair was listless, she didn't have Ye Shurong's experience, so she couldn't understand that feeling, but she could feel the boundless darkness.

　I really don't know how to draw up the title of the chapter... At the beginning, I chose two characters out of desperation, and I cried to make it tidy...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)