Ming Hanfeng, who was stabbed by Yan Wuyou, tried his best to endure the pain, pursed his lips and said lightly with a forced smile: "Don't make trouble, it's itchy."
But the aura that was involuntarily disordered due to the pain still couldn't escape Yan Wuyou's detection.
Yan Wuyou looked at the master with a forced smile and a tough mouth, "Okay, I'll save you some face!" Ignore your poor acting skills.
But the master's injury cannot be ignored, but now I don't have a panacea, otherwise...
Yan Wuyou suddenly said: "Master, Wuyou should take you to the Saint's Pavilion or the Shogunate. There is plenty of spiritual energy there, which is good for healing."
Hearing this, Ming Hanfeng shook his head without hesitation and said: "I'm not familiar with this place. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just cultivating in Yi'er's Prince's Mansion. You will take care of me and I'll feel at ease."
Yan Wuyou breathed repeatedly to adjust his anger, and then said with a calm face and a calm tone: "Okay, since Master doesn't want to go,
Then it’s up to you, Master. Master, you should cultivate yourself first.
If you need anything, just ask the palace servants or maids in the courtyard, and Wuyou will leave first. "
"By the way, Master, the identity of this princess who is currently guarding the house is the daughter of the third prince. Her surname is Yan and her given name is Wuyou. You'd better call me Wuyou from now on to avoid suspicion from others."
After finishing speaking, Yan Wuyou stood up and gave a farewell salute to his master. He raised his hand, removed the magic circle, and walked forward without looking back.
The girl who was worried and anxious just now suddenly left so calmly and indifferently, which really confused Ming Hanfeng.
Looking at Yan Wuyou who had left his sight, Ming Hanfeng held his forehead speechlessly. Now this girl's character and behavior were a bit strange to him. There was an indescribable change.
Maybe it was influenced by the original host himself, but as long as he liked it, he would like it no matter what his nature was!
Ming Hanfengyi gently rubbed his bloodless thin lips back and forth with the index finger of his left hand, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth with endless aftertaste.
The tenderness and pampering in your eyes are all because of Yan Ruyi! Yan Ruyi is his wife, and he refuses to repent...
Yan Wuyou left Wen'an Courtyard and went directly to the back garden of the Prince's Mansion. He hadn't fought monsters for several days.
Yan Wuyou was going to see if there were any monsters in the garden, and kill some monsters to get energy to replenish his master.
So, Yan Wuyou and Lin Zhu searched around in the back garden for an hour, and only found three intermediate monsters hidden in the grass.
Yan Wuyou looked at Hechi with some disappointment, and said leisurely: "Coward, are you still injured? Or are you afraid of being beaten by this princess, so you are hiding in your shell like a turtle with its head shrinking, unable to protect yourself?" !”
With the blessing of Yan Wuyou's spiritual power, these words reached the ears of a certain monster attached to a large dead wood pile in the cave in the pool!
After hearing this, a certain monster dared to get angry but did not dare to fight. He went crazy in the cave. Several tentacles came out from the big dead wood pile and angrily smashed the surrounding stalagmites and stones!
Because he was so angry, he failed to control his breath well, which resulted in the eight intermediate monsters hiding deep in the soil under the camphor tree on the shore revealing their breath!
Yan Wuyou, who noticed the aura, smiled slyly, and quickly directed Yang Fan and Yu Fei to get shovels to dig!
He and Lin Zhu stayed on the sidelines, ready to catch the intermediate monsters that were trying to escape or start fighting.
After another hour, all eight intermediate monsters in the soil were finally captured!
It is already afternoon,
Holding the energy balls of eleven intermediate monsters in both hands, Yan Wuyou appeared at the door of the east wing of Wen'an Yuan where the master was.
Looking at the closed door, Yan Wuyou gently pushed it open and saw his master sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed behind the screen in the inner room.
Yan Wuyou hesitated for a moment, then walked directly to the inner room and sat on the chair beside the bed for a long time.
Smelling the faint fragrance of lotus in the cold wind, I finally noticed who was coming.
So he opened his eyes with great joy and confirmed that Yan Wuyou was in front of him, which made him smile instantly. He said in a gentle tone: "Yi'er, you're here."
Hearing the master's call to him without changing his words, Yan Wuyou puckered his cherry-like mouth and reminded, emphasized, and corrected again: "Master,
Please change your name to Wuyou or Xiaoyan instead of calling me Wuyou or Xiaoyan. Don't make others suspicious of my identity. "
Ming Hanfeng looked at Yan Wuyou, who was a little unhappy, a little aggrieved, and a little coquettish, and talked about the conditions with a doting smile: "I can change my words.
Then we have to change it together. Call Brother Feng to come and let me listen. If you are satisfied, you will change your words immediately. "
Hearing this, Yan Wuyou hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth but no sound came out. He really couldn't scream!
Yan Wuyou, like a little Yanyan flower who had lacked water and lost vitality, lowered her little head and said in a calm tone: "That's it, it doesn't matter. You can call her whatever you want. In the worst case, I'll just find an excuse to get over it."
Ming Hanfeng was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he didn't force it, just take his time.
Both the master and the disciple were silent, and the atmosphere seemed inexplicably awkward. Suddenly, Yan Wuyou broke the awkward atmosphere and stood up and took a step forward.
He handed the hands holding the energy balls to Master and said with a smile: "Master, see if you can eat these energy."
Hearing Ming Hanfeng's words, Fang focused his attention on the black energy balls in Yan Wuyou's hand that exuded a purple shimmer.
Ming Hanfeng, who looked at the black energy and carefully identified it, couldn't help but frown slightly and asked with a solemn expression: "Yi'er, where do these black energies with demonic aura come from?"
Seeing his master's slight change of attitude, Yan Wuyou put away his smile and answered truthfully: "Master, these energy balls were obtained from fighting monsters in the back garden of the Prince's Mansion."
Ming Hanfeng said without delay: "Take me to have a look."
Yan Wuyou solemnly dissuaded him: "Master, it's best not to go. First, there is a powerful magic circle guarding the garden. No. 1 Qingyi entered the magic circle and was instantly wiped out.
Secondly, the master's injuries were serious, and he could not risk his life. With Wuyou's current ability, he is afraid that he will not be able to protect his master in the magic circle. "
Ming Hanfeng, who heard this, had very colorful moods and expressions!
First - the magic circle? Another magic circle! Ming Hanfeng had a headache and was speechless. Why did this Crescent Empire have so many French-within-Frances? This Crescent Empire was too abnormal!
What's more - the injured self is already so weak that he cannot overestimate his own capabilities in the eyes of Yi'er! A little frustrated!
In the end, Yi'er still cares about him and is deeply afraid of losing him! …
Only Yan Ruyi has the ability to make Ming Hanfeng smile knowingly and reveal his true emotions!
Otherwise, in the past, Ming Hanfeng would often show a perfunctory smile or the majestic and solemn look of a cold and ruthless prince, and he would never face his true self.
Just when Ming Hanfeng was thinking about making some guesses, Yan Wuyou asked softly: "Master, can you eat these energy balls?"
Ming Hanfeng, who came back to his senses, responded with a solemn expression: "You can't eat it. If you eat too much of this unrefined energy with demonic aura, you will lose yourself and become possessed."
Hearing this, Yan Wuyou sighed slightly and said, "Oh, it's a pity that Master doesn't have this blessing."
After finishing speaking, Yan Wuyou buried his head and quickly swallowed all eight pieces of black energy emitting a faint purple light in one breath.
After swallowing, the gray mini lotus on the head began to shimmer with a gray shimmer.
Yan Wuyou felt the pure energy transformed into her by Mini Lotus, smiled happily, and sighed: "It is indeed the energy of an intermediate monster,
It is estimated that the energy ball of an intermediate monster can equal the energy of more than ten low-level monsters!
So, eight is equivalent to beating a hundred monsters! The whole morning’s work was well worth it! "
Yan Wuyou raised his head happily as he spoke, only to see the dumbfounded master in front of him.
He mistakenly thought that the master was stunned by her eating appearance just now, so Yan Wuyou blushed in embarrassment, lowered his head slightly, and gently rubbed the backs of his hands with nowhere to rest in front of him.
His voice was like fine lines: "I'm sorry, Wuyou lost his composure in front of Master."
Ming Hanfeng, who had come back to his senses, looked at the shimmering gray light on Yan Wuyou's head and asked, "Yi'er, the little gray lotus on your head also has the ability to purify and assist you in your cultivation?!"
Yan Wuyou was slightly startled. It turned out that he had misunderstood the master's meaning!
Yan Wuyou smiled heartily and said confidently: "Yes, although this flower has no leaves,
It doesn’t have as many skills as the little white lotus with colorful leaves, but it can purify energy and only be used by this princess to help her practice. It is already a rare magic weapon in the world! "
Ming Hanfeng nodded slightly in agreement, got up and got out of bed, raised his hand to stroke Yan Wuyou's little head again, but Yan Wuyou walked away intentionally but unintentionally.
Ming Hanfeng couldn't tell that Yan Wuyou was playing tricks. Ming Hanfeng smiled slyly, and then teleported.
He casually picked off the hairpin of imagination from Yan Wuyou's head and put it in his hand. While playing with the hairpin, he looked at it carefully and said, "This hairpin that imitates imagination is pretty good. Can you give it to me?"
Yan Wuyou, who realized it later, muttered, stretched out his hand towards Ming Hanfeng and said: "No! This is your true intention! Return it to this princess!"
