"According to the truth, the medicinal wine left by the gods is definitely not ordinary, and besides the phoenix clan, the human race is a remnant of the gods, and the demon king, as the dragon clan, is also one of them. Presumably, he also got a copy of the medicinal wine at that time But what? The hidden disease is so severe, taking so much medicinal wine, can't it be completely cured?"
Zhe Yi also shook his head distressedly, and said: "I don't know the whole story, but from the news of the investigation, it should have something to do with the Zhe Immortal Clan you took away, because according to time, Since the arrival of the Zhe Immortal Clan, the Demon King has been in seclusion for a period of time, and during that time, it is very likely that the Demon King took medicinal wine to heal his wounds."
Hearing this, I frowned slightly and thought to myself: Why is this still related to the Zhexian clan?
After contacting the previous information about the Zhexian Clan, I suddenly had an immature idea
"Zhe YiI seem to understand"
Originally, I wanted to talk to Zhe Yi about the speculation about the demon king's hidden illness, but when I saw his face, I didn't want to talk about it for a moment.
This Zhe Yi has already taken the side of the demon king now, and talking to him too much will not do me any good.
"What do you understand?"
Facing Zhe Yi's rhetorical question, I paused for a moment, and then continued: "I understandI can't give this wine to the demon king yet, after all, there is no record of going out of the palace, so it's hard to explain it suddenly."
Although Zhe Yi didn't believe that I only had this sentence, he didn't continue to delve into it. At the end, he said: "Fu Zhen'an, you have to trust me. Although I can't stand in the middle, I won't hurt anyone with me. En's Phoenix Clan"
I smiled and replied: "Zhe Yi, you think too much. In fact, I believe it or not, it doesn't matter at all. You believe it yourself is the key. If you have the heart, no one can force you to do what you don't want to do. It¡¯s just a piece of advice from me, you must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.¡±
Father, like son.
Long Aoming is not like the wretched and dirty old man with alopecia areata in the eyes of outsiders, but a king with decisive decisions and a strong aura.
Regarding him, I dare not be presumptuous at will, because he is the leader of the demon clan, and he holds tens of thousands of demon soldiers in his hands.
And now I have a feeling that the sudden disappearance of the Zhexian clan may have something to do with him.
But these, I can't tell Zhe Yi, whoever makes him so stubborn that he won't believe me easily if he is not allowed to see the virtue of the demon king with his own eyes.
When he returned to the side hall again, Long Liuliu had already woken up slightly. He opened his eyes in a daze, looked at me, and said, "Sister, I feel like I see stars."
I smiled, patted his head lightly with one hand, and said: "You are lucky, try your luck and see how the injury in your body is doing."
Long Liuliu listened in a daze, but his hands and feet were obediently posed.
After a while, Long Liuliu looked at me in surprise, and said, "Hey, sister, my injury actually healed on its own."
"What's good for you that's because you smelled the wine, and the power of the wine passed through your Qi meridians and healed your wounds"
Long Liuliu scratched his head half-understood, and asked in puzzlement, "What is the power of alcohol? It can also heal injuries?"
I looked at Long Liuliu, who had temporarily regained his cute appearance, smiled and stretched out my hand to pinch his little cheek, and said, "This is a big secret, no one is allowed to tell it now."
Long Liuliu looked at me ignorantly, and nodded blankly.
It would be nice if this little Qinglong was always so cute
It's a pity that he has started to grow up after all (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com