"Mother, I heard that you were injured. The injury was very serious. Let me see if it has made you ugly." Sha Qianchen looked at Hu Bing's face carefully.

Linghu Bing's mood immediately improved. She raised her hand, held her son's hand on her face, and replied warmly: "Son, your mother is made of iron. How can she fall down so easily? Where is your third brother?

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After saying that, Hu Bing's green eyes scanned every room in the yard.

Sha Qianchen turned around and pointed to the second floor, the centermost room with the largest and most luxurious door, and said, "Is he still sleeping with that woman in his arms?"

"Oh, that woman is also in that room?" The pair of green eyes suddenly turned cold, and they narrowed, but the cold light flashed past.

Sha Qianchen nodded and said, "Yes, how about I wake him up."

"No need." The low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded. Beiming Yexuan had already stood up to change clothes when Hu Bing stepped into the palace.

Last night, he brewed a special potion given to him by the God of Ginger Medicine, and added it with the refining of Feng Yunmo Zhiyin's body, which turned the potion green. Only the potion that changed color can be called real healing water.

All the external injuries were healed by the healing water. When I felt it, it was not as painful as the previous two days, and there was no tearing pain in my body. Instead, the internal injuries would occur an hour apart at night.

Hu Bing raised her head and looked at Beiming Yexuan standing on the second floor. Seeing that he had returned safely, her anxious heart gradually relaxed.

But he looked bad, and Hu Bing could tell at a glance.

"You have been seriously injured internally, and the power of God is still in your body. If it is not removed in time, it will not be good for your body. You can go back to the Evil Palace with your mother, and I can ask the Evil Palace alchemist to refine the soul-condensing pill for you.

I'll heal you." Hu Bing said softly.

Beiming Yexuan had no intention of coming down. He put his hands on the guardrail, shook his head and said, "No, I have asked Jiang Yao Shen to come to my house to make elixirs for me. The elixirs will be available tonight."

"Ginger Medicine God?" Hu Bing's face was full of confusion when he heard the name: "But the Medicine God who lives on Jiandao Mountain."

"Yes, yes." Sha Qianchen said first.

Every time Beiming Yexuan appeared in front of Hu Bing, he never spoke, making him feel like he was born by his stepmother.

Beiming Yexuan also replied: "Yes, is there a problem?"

Hu Bing frowned: "No problem, I have something else to do today."

"I know." Beiming Yexuan has managed to survive. Hu Bing will come here to find him within three days and transfer Feng Yunmo's soul back to its original body.

Hu Bing had a feeling of defeat, but he was not sure about Beiming Yexuan. He shook his head helplessly, then opened his arms, tiptoed, jumped up, and flew towards Beiming Yexuan.

When Sha Qianchen saw that his mother had left, he followed her.

When he arrived in front of Beiming Yexuan, Hu Bing took out a small bag from his pocket and handed it to Beiming Yexuan: "I'm not dead yet. I'll leave it to you to deal with."

Beiming Yexuan stared at the bag, with a cold light in his eyes.

Before Beiming Yexuan could pick it up, Sha Qianchen raised his hand, patted the bag and said, "Are you talking about that disgusting woman?"

Hu Bing smiled faintly but did not answer.

Beiming Yexuan then reached out to take it, and then looked at Hu Bing's slightly pale face, his heart suddenly tightened, and said: "You can heal the injury before sending it over. She is fine now."
Chapter completed!