Villain: It’s unfair, Master, I’m really not a scumbag

However, she was not easy to point it out directly, but reluctantly gave a salute.

"Young Master Lin is polite.

At this time, in front of Lin Xingyun's eyes, he saw two snow-white mountains under the pink skirt, shaking towards him.

Now that he has fused his heavy pupils, even if he does not exert magical powers, everything in heaven and earth is extremely clear and transparent, and he can already see through everything initially.

The thin pink nightdress, in his eyes, did not play any role in blocking at all.

"Ahem... "Aunt

Shen, Yaoyao said that you have cold poison in your body and need immortal fire treatment.

"Without further ado, let's get started." Lin

Xingyun's face did not change color, and he stepped forward with the green lotus in his hand.

According to the previous system prompts, Shen Yueru should have reached the verge of a complete outbreak of cold poison at this time, and there was no room for delay.

"This is that fairy fire?

Then there is Laolin Gongzi!" Shen

Yueru felt the vast and powerful breath of life and majestic power in the green lotus fire, and a little joy appeared on her poignant face, as if she finally saw the hope of salvation.

Qin Di Yao quickly gave way and let Lin Xingyun sit on the bed.

After several days of refining, now this immortal fire has initially recognized the master, and it can only be urged by Lin Xingyun.

The two discussed a little how to deal with it, and then each used their spiritual power, Lin Xingyun was responsible for urging the immortal fire, and Shen Yueru cast a spell to guide the immortal fire into the body and dispel the terrible cold poison of the Great Sage-level in the body.

With the cooperation of both sides, the green lotus fire light continued to float out, and began to compete with the cold poison that spread like frost in Shen Yueru's body.

Gradually, one after another the eerie cold air was like ice melting and melting snow, and it was worn out by fairy fire.

And the surging healing vitality in the green lotus fire also quickly helped Shen Yueru repair her injured body.

Looking at her face that gradually recovered a trace of blood, Qin Di Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.

She couldn't help but look at Lin Xingyun with gratitude.

I just felt that his handsome face, as if there was some kind of attraction, made her want to see it more and more...

Lin Xingyun didn't have time to care about her, but was exploring the cold poison in Shen Yueru's body with an appreciative eye.

"It's really wonderful, it's almost beautiful compared to Aunt Ying, but the shape is different..."

"Hey, Qin Di Yao was also raised by her, why is the difference so big?" Lin

Xingyun sighed secretly while continuing to urge the fairy fire.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night seven days later.

"Hmm..."

Shen Yueru snorted, her face showing relief, it seemed that she had finally removed about half of the cold poison, which made her feel much more relaxed.

"Young Master Lin, it's really hard for you, I'm already much better.

"Do you want to rest first?"

Shen Yueru asked Lin Xingyun gratefully, with a bit of hesitation in her eyes.

"Well, that's fine.

Lin Xingyun rubbed his eyes casually, and also felt a little dry.

Immediately withdrew the immortal fire into the body.

"Aunt Shen!" Qin

Di Yao, who had been waiting by the side, was already crying with joy, and couldn't help but throw herself into Shen Yueru's arms.

I shouldn't have gone to the Undersea to cause trouble and hurt you in the first place!" Qin

Di Yao was still remorseful and remorseful, and his little face was full of tears.

"Okay, okay, Yaoyao doesn't cry, it's all gone

, isn't Aunt Shen okay?" "Don't go to such a dangerous place next time, Aunt Shen is more than three thousand years old, it's nothing to be injured a little, you're still young, you can't be so messy in the future, ah."

Shen Yueru skillfully stroked Qin Di Yao's back and gently relieved.

Her face was full of love, her expression was as gentle as the warm winter sun, and her chin rested on Qin Diyao's cat ear, gently rubbing.

Qin Di Yao seemed to be very attached to her embrace, like a small baby, deeply trapped in Shen Yueru's arms, holding her tightly.