In the west wing of the Han Mansion, Han Feng was naked and lying on the couch in Chu Hanxin's boudoir. He breathed heavily and occasionally heard a low muffled sound.
On the edge of the bed, Chu Hanxin sprinkled the golden sore medicine on Han Feng's red and swollen shoulders. At the same time, she applied the ointment evenly on Han Feng's shoulders with some mysterious techniques. At the same time, she massaged and kneaded him to speed up the penetration of the medicine into his skin.
Although the Lingwu Continent is not like the feudal society in Han Feng's previous life, women cannot go out or step outside.
But for a woman who has not left the palace, men are generally not allowed to enter and leave the boudoir at will, not even her father or brother.
Today, perhaps because Han Feng was seriously injured and stood up for herself, Chu Hanxin made an exception and allowed him to come into the room. She even lay on her bed and gave him medicine herself.
At first, he didn't feel anything, but as Han Feng applied the medicine, the other party began to breathe heavily, and then he looked at the muscle lines on Han Feng's back that were tense due to pain.
Chu Hanxin's heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and her cheeks began to feel hot. She suddenly regretted letting Han Feng enter her room.
If I had known earlier, I should have given him the medicine for the golden sore and let him apply it himself.
But now that the medicine was halfway through, he was too embarrassed to push Han Feng out of bed.
Not only Chu Hanxin felt this change in the atmosphere, but Han Feng also felt that something was wrong. He, a grown man, was lying on the bed of a girl, mumbling something like something.
Han Feng tried hard to hold back the pain and not make a sound, but as the pain intensified, it became unbearable, so he thought of talking to distract himself.
He turned his head and looked towards the direction of the wing hall. In that slightly empty hall, Han Feng asked in a casual manner.
"Sister, where is the bathtub in your house?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Han Feng regretted it. At the same time, he also noticed that Chu Hanxin's palms that had been rubbing his shoulders suddenly froze.
Without waiting for Han Feng to explain.
Chu Hanxin started kneading again, but the intensity of the kneading suddenly increased. Han Feng couldn't help but trembled all over, and he broke out in cold sweat from the pain.
"Sister, please listen to my explanation, I didn't mean it..."
Han Feng had a strong desire to survive and explained, but was coldly interrupted by Chu Hanxin.
"Tell me the truth, when did you start practicing?"
"Um……?"
Han Feng couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that Chu Hanxin would suddenly ask about it.
However, Han Feng's reaction was also very fast, and a confused look appeared on his face.
"Cultivation...Sister, what do you mean?"
When Han Feng traveled to this world, the demon refining pot was his biggest secret, and he did not intend to tell anyone about it.
Seeing Han Feng's confused expression, Chu Hanxin couldn't help but show a meaningful smile and said quietly.
"You pretend to be very similar. Do you think I can't tell that your strength has reached three-star martial arts level and is about to break through to the four-star realm?
Or do you think it is normal for an ordinary person with no cultivation to defeat Han Won? "
Chu Hanxin's eyes flashed, and the strength in his hand increased again.
"Why do you keep hiding it from us?"
"hiss……!"
Han Feng couldn't help but gasped, and almost jumped up in pain.
He felt very hurt in his heart. Sure enough, fairy tales are all lies. The charming and ambiguous atmosphere of "beautiful woman applying medicine" just now was gone.
Han Feng felt that he had been deceived by Chu Hanxin. This was clearly a beauty trap to lure him into the trap, and the purpose was to "torture a confession" from him!
Han Feng was exhausted from the battle just now and was still seriously injured. Now he fell into the hands of Chu Hanxin, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.
Under the severe pain, an ordinary person would probably have to act honestly, but Han Feng was different. He once struggled in society alone and dealt with all kinds of people. He had already developed his own unique skills. Use the most sincere attitude to say the most "blind" things.
"Sister...sister, let me tell you, can't I just tell the truth?"
Sure enough, as soon as Han Feng surrendered, the strength in Chu Hanxin's hand relaxed immediately, and his tone became a little softer.
"Say it, don't miss a word."
Han Feng showed a patient expression and looked at Chu Hanxin eagerly, but his mind was racing rapidly.
It only took a moment to complete the draft.
"Sister, I actually don't know what happened. A few days ago, I was injured by the daughter of the city lord's mansion, and I was rescued by the Zhou family and brought back to the mansion to recuperate.
While I was in a coma, they gave me a bowl of strange soup. After drinking it, I felt hot all over my body, and then some fishy, dark liquid flowed out of my body.
Since then, my body seems to have become much stronger. As for the cultivation you are talking about, I really don’t know. Wasn’t I born with a weak pulse? Am I already a spiritual warrior? "
After saying that, Han Feng looked at Chu Hanxin nervously and expectantly.
It has to be said that Han Feng is well versed in lying. His words are half-truth and half-false, and his attitude is sincere, making it difficult for people to find flaws.
When Chu Hanxin heard this, his face really showed doubts and hesitations. After thinking for a long time, Chu Hanxin muttered to himself.
"A bowl of decoction can help you cleanse your essence and cut your marrow, and enter the realm of three-star martial arts disciples. Could it be that what you took is the "Marrow Washing Powder"?
No, even Marrow Cleansing Powder cannot have this effect. Could it be "Marrow Cleansing Pill" or some other precious elixir? "
It was naturally impossible for Chu Hanxin to guess what changes had happened to Han Feng. In her opinion, it was indeed impossible to crack Han Feng's innate waste veins, so the only way was to take it as Han Feng said. What kind of natural resources and treasures can he have to have the strength he has today?
After pondering for a long time, Chu Hanxin stared at Han Feng for a while and finally spoke.
"It seems that the Zhou family has indeed helped you a lot. In that case, I will prepare some gifts tomorrow and go to the Zhou family with you to thank them."
Hearing this, Han Feng became very anxious. He had finally escaped from the Zhou family, how could he send him to the door again? He waved his hands quickly.
"Sister, there's no need to go to such trouble. We're all just being polite to each other. Even if you want to thank me, I can just go and go by myself after I recover from my injury. There's no need for you to do any work for me, sis."
When Chu Hanxin heard this, she only thought that Han Feng was a son-in-law and was not willing to let her follow him into the Zhou family because of his pride, so he nodded in agreement.
Han Feng was afraid that Chu Hanxin would ask him some questions again, so he took the initiative to ask questions at this moment.
"Sister, you just said that Han Yuan makes "what kind of wind" and "what kind of palm", what is that thing? Is it very powerful?
I clearly felt that his strength was not much stronger than mine, but the power of that palm seemed to be several times stronger than his original strength. "
Hearing this, Chu Hanxin rolled her eyes at Han Feng again.
"It's Spiritual Wind Palm, which is a "lower-level mortal" martial skill."
"Martial skills!"
Han Feng's eyes lit up, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise. He had not seen a book related to "martial arts" in the study room of Han Mansion.
Seeing the strong desire for knowledge in Han Feng's eyes, Chu Hanxin finally showed a gentle look on his face.
"You have never practiced before, so naturally you don't know the knowledge of practicing one. Now that you have the opportunity and have a body comparable to a three-star martial arts disciple, you can also practice some low-level martial arts."
