Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Gu Ling pushed the teacup towards Feng Xiuran again: "Drink it."

After finishing a small cup of water, Feng Xiu Ran watched Gu Ling lower his head and look at him seriously. Something flashed through his mind, but before he could grasp it, Gu Ling produced a stack of his favorite cakes.

Well, it shouldn’t be important, let’s eat first.

Feng Xiuran has always been too lazy to use her brain in front of Gu Ling.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door and Gu Ling went to open it.

Jiang Nian changed into a new set of clothes, with a green base and tall green bamboos on top. The smell of blood was so faint that it was almost inaudible, and the elegant fragrance of green bamboo was faintly tangible.

"I want to talk to you about the antidote."

Gu Ling let the person in.

Jiang Nian saw Feng Xiu Ran in the room and said, "Is this your pet? It's pretty, I've never seen one before."

Feng Xiu Ran: “…” Don’t think that just because you praise me for being pretty, I will ignore you saying I’m a spiritual pet.

Gu Ling put aside the cakes that Feng Xiuran had left over and said, "It's not a spiritual pet. What do you want to talk about?"

Jiang Nian took in all of Gu Ling's actions. The status of this bird in Gu Ling's heart was even higher than he had imagined.

Is it from the divine realm?

"In addition to finding all the herbs to make an antidote, there is another way to remove the drug in your body. But just in case, I suggest using this method to remove the drug while you go looking for the herbs."

Jiang Nian stopped talking here, and when Gu Ling's eyes fell on him, he continued:

"This method is quite mentally demanding, so it may require a quiet and isolated environment. You can let it stay in my room for a while."

This "it" obviously refers to Feng Xiuran.

Gu Ling asked Feng Xiuran: "Xiuran, do you want to go out?"

Jiang Nian lowered his eyes and placed his right hand on his left wrist and tapped it lightly.

Xiu Ran, this name doesn't sound like one that's given to a pet.

Almost instantly, he thought of the demon race that could transform into human form.

Feng Xiu Ran didn't want to go out, but he was also afraid that he would delay Gu Ling's recovery of his spiritual power, so he repeatedly told Gu Ling to call him if anything was wrong. Only after Gu Ling agreed to all of his requests did he go out.

The door was closed, Jiang Nian asked: "Can you understand what he said, is he a demon?"

"You seem to be interested in him."

From the time he entered the house until now, Jiang Nian has mentioned Feng Xiu Ran quite a few times.

"Just curious." There was nothing strange on Jiang Nian's face, as if it was really just curiosity, so he changed the subject.

"Mind using your bed?"

He looked frank, as if he didn't realize how presumptuous his words were.

Finally, the two took off their shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, with Jiang Nian sitting behind Gu Ling.

The five senses of a cultivator are very sensitive, so even though Jiang Nian was sitting behind Gu Ling, he didn't dare to look too blatantly.

His eyes passed over the jade hairpin in Gu Ling's hair. He gathered the hair that was scattered on Gu Ling's back in his hand and placed it on Gu Ling's shoulder. His fingers inadvertently brushed the back of Gu Ling's neck.

Jiang Nian leaned forward, his chest almost touching Gu Ling's back, his breath spraying behind Gu Ling's ears. As he spoke, warm air surged and the elegant scent of green bamboo filled the air.

"I'm going to start."

A very normal tone, a very abnormal ambiguous distance, but it didn't touch Gu Ling directly, leaving room for maneuver and sophistry -

I didn't mean to do that, I just lack a sense of boundaries when getting along with others.

Everyone has shortcomings, and this cannot be blamed on him. Just like Gu Ling at the beginning, wasn't he also ignorant of the ways of the world?

He had planned everything out and prepared his explanation, but the man in front of him didn't say a word, either because he was too slow or simply didn't care.

Jiang Nian placed his palm on Gu Ling's back and slowly injected pure spiritual power into Gu Ling's body to clear her blocked tendons and veins.

Transferring your most original spiritual power to others to clear the meridians may even lead to a drop in realm if you are not careful.

This is not just a waste of one's own spiritual power. In order not to hurt the other party, the caster needs to concentrate fully, and the waste of his own energy is also enormous.

The drug in Gu Ling's body will become ineffective after a month, and Jiang Nian's actions will speed up the time when the drug will become ineffective.

But as long as he doesn't say it, who would know that he has accelerated the time for the drug to become ineffective, and it's not all his credit?

There will be compensation only if there is a debt.

No?

The spiritual power that did not belong to him was constantly flowing through his body, and his stagnant spiritual power gradually began to flow. The burning palm of his hand, through the clothes, still transmitted the scorching temperature to Gu Ling.

She fell into a new round of confusion.

Humans are forgetful and fickle. She couldn't understand how Jiang Nian could still remember her, and how a short one-year relationship could have led to such a strong emotion a thousand years later.

It's not just liking, but a more complicated emotion.

The complexity of this emotion far exceeded Gu Ling's current understanding, but due to her natural instinct of exploration, Gu Ling would not avoid it. On the contrary, she acquiesced to Jiang Nian's approach.

After a long time, the counseling finally ended.

Jiang Nian's injuries, which had not yet healed, became worse during this painstaking counseling. He felt a dull pain in his internal organs and there seemed to be a bloody smell rising from his throat.

His eyes were black and his face was as pale as paper. His lips, which should have been white, were bleeding from being bitten by his teeth in pain, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

His breathing was a little heavy, and his panting was intermittent. Gu Ling was about to turn around when he was held by his shoulder: "Don't move, I'm fine."

There was nothing wrong with his tone, his voice was a little low, but combined with the subtle noise he had made before, it seemed like he was trying to be brave.

He put on his shoes and stood up, but his limbs were weak, his hands and feet were limp, and he fell forward all of a sudden.

Suddenly, a hand appeared around his waist and hugged him around the waist. He sat on Gu Ling's thighs and was held in his arms.

Gu Ling said calmly: "Since you are so reluctant, don't do it in the future."

Anxiety suddenly appeared on Jiang Nian's face. He turned half sideways, and the two of them faced each other. Their breathing intertwined, and the air seemed to become sticky.

He realized something was wrong and leaned back, about to fall to the ground, but the hand on his waist pulled him back, and the two of them moved closer together.

He held his breath, his throat felt itchy, his brows were furrowed, a pill was stuffed into his mouth, and the injuries in his body improved.

Seeing that his complexion had improved, Gu Ling said, "Get up when you're better."

Jiang Nian stood up and explained awkwardly, "It's not a big deal for me to help you get rid of the effects of the medicine. I'm just injured. My injury will definitely heal during the next counseling session. This won't happen again."

Gu Ling didn't say whether she believed it or not. The emotions displayed by Jiang Nian did not match what she perceived. His embarrassment was fake, but it was also mixed with a fear of being rejected by Gu Ling. The truth and falsehood were mixed together, making it difficult to understand.