Ning Xuemo was a little stunned when she returned to the room. Has her relationship with Shen Jiuli been warming up?

Her eyes fell on the bowl of medicine soup that had already cooled down. She frowned and finally raised the medicine bowl and drank it all.

bitter!

Ning Xuemo wanted to hit the wall. What medicinal materials could be used to make such a stunning medicinal soup?

Didn’t Shen Jiuli really take revenge on her on purpose?

Ning Xuemo lay on the bed and held the corpse for a long time before she recovered from the pain. When she thought of a bowl of food tomorrow, she felt that she was not nostalgic for life...

She slowly got up and continued to practice.

There is no way, she has nothing else to do now, she can't think of anything to do except practice martial arts...

The next day, Ning Xuemo got up early and went to pay his respects.

Shen Jiuli was already playing chess on his own. When he saw her coming, he waved to her: "Come here."

So he played three more games of chess.

Ning Xuemo rubbed her eyebrows. She felt more tired than practicing for three days and three nights. Her brain cells were dying in large areas. She felt like she was overusing her brain and her head was a little dizzy.

Suddenly, a porcelain bowl carved from beautiful jade appeared in front of me, and in the bowl...

The black medicine juice was steaming.

Ning Xuemo: "..." It's really refreshing.

She had a bitter face and tried to discuss with Shen Jiuli: "Master, I'm just a burn... Don't mobilize others like this... This bowl of medicine is so precious, it's a bit of use for colds, right?"

Shen Jiuli raised his eyebrows lightly: "Either drink it yourself or help you with your teacher..."

Help her? Could it be to hold her down and force her down?

Ning Xuemo finally took the bowl of medicine, with a feeling of tragic feeling of a heroic cut off his arm. Finally, he looked at Shen Jiuli, and saw that he still had no intention of taking back his life. He gritted his teeth and tilted his head and fucked in.

Shen Jiuli: "..."

I have never seen such a bold way of drinking medicine. It is more straightforward and neat than drinking alcohol.

Ning Xuemo was so painful that she wanted to jump up on the spot and knocked herself out, which was simply breaking through the limit of human beings' endurance...

She forcibly restrained her desire to go wild and stood there quietly to digest the bowl of medicine.

Shen Jiuli looked at her almost nostalgic expression, and her voice was puzzled: "So painful?"

Nonsense, you can try it if you don't have any hardships...

Ning Xuemo finally recovered and she said weakly: "Master, is this the last bowl?"

Shen Jiuli glanced at her indifferently: "No."

Ning Xuemo: "..." I don't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that there seemed to be a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo's life is very two o'clock now. She gets up in the morning to greet her, then she makes a bowl of bitter medicine soup to refresh herself, then plays chess until noon before being put back. She practices the Immortal Art of Flying Moon in the afternoon... She goes to greet her in the evening, kills a bowl of medicinal soup and then goes back with a bitter face.

But when I went tonight, it seemed a little different.

After entering the hall gate, a white hand handed over the medicine soup. Ning Xuemo turned his head and turned it over without giving him time to hesitate.

Just as my suffering was coming to death, my lips suddenly became warm, and then something was stuffed in.

Ning Xuemo was so sad that she was angry. Before the medicine soup was digested, she had a new one? This was the rhythm of her suffering.

Just as I was about to spit out the things in my mouth regardless of it, I suddenly felt a trace of sweetness gradually faint from the tip of my tongue, slowly driving away the bitterness.

He paused, looked up at Shen Jiuli, and he was quietly looking at her.
Chapter completed!