Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Thanks to the nourishment of the spiritual spring water in the space, these oranges have thin skin, thick flesh, rich juice, and are sweet in the mouth, leaving people with an endless aftertaste.

Thinking that this delicacy should not be enjoyed alone, she decided to bring some for her family. So, she carefully picked all the oranges and threw them into the space one by one, preparing to share this gift from nature with her family.

At this time, a little bird woke up slowly and found itself lying alone in an empty place. It was silent all around and there was no trace of its owner.

It spread its wings and flew high in a hurry, eagerly looking for Xiao Zhixue's figure, calling out non-stop: "Where is this? Why did you bring me here? Where is my master? I want to find my master!"

However, Xiao Zhixue was concentrating on the medicine in her hand and ignored the bird's anxiety.

She held a wooden spoon and gently stirred the liquid in the pot, looking focused and serious.

Seeing this, the little bird felt aggrieved and flew angrily to a branch nearby, and pecked at the fruits on the branch as if to vent its anger.

Under its anger, several fruits instantly became bumpy and were then thrown on the ground at random by it to express its dissatisfaction and protest.

Just as the little bird was immersed in self-venting, a small stone suddenly flew from the side and hit it accurately.

With a "bang", the little bird screamed in pain and fell straight down from the branch.

Xiao Zhixue came over upon hearing the noise, strode to the bird, lifted up one of its wings, and said in a cold voice, "Behave yourself. If you continue to mess around, I'll pluck your feathers and throw you into the fire to roast!"

Her warning made the bird tremble all over. It begged for mercy quickly, crying: "Please let me go to find my master. I can't live without him, wuwuwu..."

When Xiao Zhixue heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Why did the little bird's lines sound so familiar, as if they were directly taken from those popular novels.

At this moment, the medicinal liquid had been boiled. Xiao Zhixue opened the lid of the pot and a strong medicinal aroma wafted to her face.

She carefully put a dozen "Laughter Pills" with crystal color and faint fragrance into an exquisite porcelain bottle.

Seeing that the time was right, she turned to the bird and said, "Stay here and I'll go save your master. If you dare to make trouble, I'll take care of you too!"

The little bird was frightened by these words and nodded quickly, his eyes full of sincerity: "As long as you can save the master, Xiaoqi is willing to do anything."

Xiao Zhixue was satisfied with the bird's reaction, then she left with peace of mind and went to Fang Weiyi's room.

On the other side, Fang Jiawen paced back and forth anxiously in the room. When he saw Xiao Zhixue appear, he hurriedly went up to her with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Miss Zhixue, do you have a way to save my brother?"

Xiao Zhixue didn't say much. She walked directly to the bedside, put her hand gently on Fang Weiyi's wrist, and began to take his pulse.

Seeing this, Fang Jiawen opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Miss Zhixue, what are you doing?"

Although he was a frequent visitor to the Valley of Divine Medicine and was well aware of the principle of physical contact between men and women, Xiao Zhixue's behavior was obviously beyond his expectations.

How could Xiao Zhixue not understand these etiquettes?

She laughed secretly in her heart, but still maintained calm and composed on her face, because she knew that every minute and every second at this moment was related to Fang Weiyi's life safety.

How could she do such a rude thing at such an inopportune moment, while Fang Weiyi was unconscious?

Fang Jiawen's heart tightened, and he was about to shout to stop her, but he saw Xiao Zhixue's slender fingers gently reaching into Fang Weiyi's arms, her movements were gentle and quick, as if she was afraid of disturbing him from his sleep.

As Xiao Zhixue opened the porcelain bottle in her hand, a familiar and warm medicinal fragrance instantly spread, like a flower blooming in spring, bringing with it the power of revival, awakening the senses of everyone present.

To Xiao Zhixue, that aroma was not just the smell of medicine, but also a carrier of a deep memory that brought her back to that equally helpless night.

Although she was unconscious, her consciousness was unusually clear, as if she was trapped in an immobile body, unable to express herself with even the simplest words.

Just when despair was about to swallow everything, Fang Weiyi, the man who always appeared at the critical moment, quietly stepped into her world and gently fed her a pill.

The unique medicinal fragrance was like a beam of light that penetrated the darkness and illuminated her heart. Even today, she still cannot forget it.

So, she cast a questioning look at Fang Jiawen: "What kind of miraculous medicine is this?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Jiawen glanced at the porcelain bottle and answered without hesitation: "This is 'Ghost Powder', which is specially used to restore physical strength. It is extremely precious."

Xiao Zhixue responded softly and carefully took out two "Ghost Powder" pills from the bottle. She fed one pill to the still unconscious Fang Weiyi, and secretly hid the other pill in her own space. She secretly swore in her heart that she would uncover the secret behind this "Ghost Powder" in the future.

After finishing the work, she carefully put the porcelain bottle back to its place, as if nothing had happened.

Then, she walked to the table, picked up the seemingly ordinary teapot and shook it gently. Miraculously, the pot was filled with clear and transparent spiritual spring water that contained powerful spiritual power.

She poured the precious water into a fine porcelain cup, returned to the bedside, and ordered in a firm tone: "Help me lift him up."

Fang Jiawen followed the instructions and carefully helped Fang Weiyi sit up, while Xiao Zhixue quickly put the "Laughter Pill" that she had just brewed into Fang Weiyi's mouth, and then let him drink a few sips of spiritual spring water.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until a slight "puff" sound came from Fang Weiyi's throat and a mouthful of dark blood was spat out. Mixed in the venom was a black worm the size of a sesame seed, which was slowly wriggling, indicating the source of the toxin.

Xiao Zhixue was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She caught the little insect at an almost invisible speed. With a slight twist of her fingertips, the little life vanished into nothing.

The moment Fang Weiyi opened his eyes, his eyes met Xiao Zhixue's, and he was suddenly shocked. Fragments of the past came to him like a tide, and every scene was as clear as yesterday. He instantly understood how he fell into Wen Ziming's trap and how he was on the verge of losing his mind and almost did something irreparable to Xiao Zhixue.

Realizing that Xiao Zhixue not only did not bear a grudge against him, but instead helped him, Fang Weiyi's heart was filled with complex emotions, including gratitude and deep apology, but he didn't know how to express these complicated emotions.

When Fang Jiawen saw his brother wake up, he finally felt relieved and asked with concern, "Brother, how do you feel now?"

Fang Weiyi turned his head to look at his brother and forced a smile. Although the smile was weak, it was enough to make Fang Jiawen feel relieved.

In Fang Jiawen's memory, his brother was always so serious, and only when a new elixir came out would he show a rare smile.