Chapter 1433: everlasting milk

   Chapter 1433 Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk

   Hearing this, not only the young sword spirit was silent, but the treasure hunter was also silent, and no one wanted to say that word.

   Ye Feiran glanced at the pitch-black long sword, and then at the treasure hunter, her eyes fell on Ye Murin, and she fell silent.

  Time passed minute by minute, and after half an hour, Ye Mulin's healing finally ended.

   His breath of life returned to normal, but the man did not wake up and fell directly to the ground.

   Seeing this, Ye Feiran walked over and helped him up.

   "Mu Lin!"

   Ye Feiran quickly checked his physical condition and found that he was only in a drowsiness, and he was relieved.

   Next, Ye Feiran carefully served Ye Murin, but Lord Emperor Zun, who had fallen asleep, perfectly missed Ye Feiran's rare tenderness.

   When Ye Feiran settled Ye Murin on the soft collapse, half an hour had passed.

   The jet-black long sword stood aside, continuing to perform the duty of protecting the master, while Ye Feiran and the Treasure Rat were sitting on the side nibbling on the Heavenly Spirit Fruit.

   "Kacha~Kacha~"

  Youth Sword Spirit: "..."

   This person and mouse are definitely bullying the sword spirit and can't eat!

   After eating the Heavenly Spirit Fruit, Ye Feiran finally began to look at the surrounding environment. As for Ye Mulin's affairs, he will talk about it when he wakes up.

   Anyway, the heat poison and cold poison in his body are definitely not simple, and why should Zilian continue to live... She wanted to hear Ye Mulin say these things herself.

   At the same time, the Treasure Rat has already rushed to the bottom of the most powerful stalactite, which is also the largest and brightest in this stalactite cave.

   "Squeak...Ranran, here, baby!"

  Ye Feiran just walked over, and a drop of milky white lotion dripped from this stalactite.

   "Tick!"

   The next moment, a strong spiritual energy dispersed around.

Depend on!

  Eternal Milk!

   This is ten thousand years of spiritual milk!

   As we all know, natural spiritual liquid is already very precious, but ten thousand years of spiritual milk is even more precious, because the production of spiritual milk requires natural spiritual liquid to condense and concentrate for more than ten thousand years.

   Looking at the milky white elixir in front of him, the curvature of Ye Feiran's lips couldn't help but rise.

   "Gathering the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth, giving birth to the souls of the earth, giving birth to the gods of heaven and earth, and nourishing the fruits of the heavens... This ten thousand-year-old spiritual milk is definitely a treasure that cannot be found!"

   Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran absorbed the surrounding spiritual power without hesitation.

   The Treasure Rat, who has always been lazy in cultivation, can't help but desperately absorb the spiritual power around him. As for the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk in front of him, although it is excited, it has no idea of ​​stealing it at all.

   Others may not know, but it knows that these ten thousand years of spiritual milk are very useful to the owner, so the owner eats meat, and it is satisfied with some soup.

  These pure spiritual power rushed to Ye Feiran's dantian, and then all were absorbed by the four-leaf clover in the dantian, leaving nothing for Ye Feiran.

  Ye Feiran: "..."

  When did the four-leaf clover become so greedy?

   At the same time, she also understood that the four-leaf clover was so excited before because of the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, otherwise, she would not have let go of the spiritual power emanating from the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk.

  Tsk, the source of this wood is indeed the most difficult to raise!

   However, she just complained, and then continued to absorb the surrounding spiritual power.

   After a while, except for the surroundings of Wannian Lingyu, the spiritual power in other places was completely absorbed by Ye Feiran and Treasure Rat.

   When Ye Feiran was researching how to pack the Wannian Spiritual Milk in front of her, Ye Murin's somewhat hoarse voice came over.

   "Dyeer!"

"exist!"

   Ye Feiran stood up with a look of surprise, then directly abandoned Wannian Lingyu and ran to Ye Mulin.

   "Lord Emperor Emperor!" Ye Feiran excitedly rushed towards Ye Mulin who had already sat up.

   The corners of Ye Mulin's lips were slightly hooked, and Ye Feiran fell on the soft slum naturally. It feels so good to have a soft fragrance and warm jade in her arms!

   Facing such a weak man, Ye Feiran immediately woke up, struggled to get up from the man's arms, and asked worriedly, "Master Emperor, are you alright?"

   Ye Murin smiled and said nothing, but the strength of holding Ye Feiran's hands increased.

  So, what else did Ye Feiran not understand, this man did it on purpose!

   Ye Feiran glared at Ye Mulin with her beautiful eyes, and said angrily, "Let go, I'll give you a pulse."

   Hearing the word "pulse", Ye Murin didn't dare not let go, otherwise Ye Feiran would definitely be really angry.

   After taking the pulse, Ye Feiran found that Ye Mulin's body had recovered as before, and there was no sequelae of the attack of heat and cold poison.

   "Is this purple lotus so magical?"

   Hearing this, Ye Murin glanced coldly at the pitch-black sword and the treasure-hunting mouse.

   The jet-black sword and the treasure-hunting mouse immediately tried to reduce their presence.

Ye Feiran didn't notice the situation of one person, one mouse and one sword spirit, she raised her eyes and looked directly at Ye Murin's dark eyes, and asked with a serious look, "Ye Murin, hot poison, cold poison, life extension and purple Tell me about Lian one by one, or else...the consequences will be at your own risk."

   After finishing speaking, Ye Feiran put her hands around her chest and looked solemnly waiting for Ye Mulin's next words.

   Ye Murin stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and said slowly, "Ran'er, I'm still a little weak now, can I talk about this later?"

  Ye Feiran: "..."

   This fellow is blatantly pretending to be pitiful!

   "Are you questioning my medical skills?"

   "No." Ye Murin denied immediately.

   Ye Feiran stared at Ye Murin for a while, and sighed softly in her heart, "Okay, I'll talk about it later."

   Just give him time to get ready.

   Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran rudely pulled Ye Mulin up, and then retracted the floppy back into the mysterious space.

   Ye Murin: "..."

   Is this angry?

   Ye Murin reached out and grabbed Ye Feiran's hand, and said softly, "Ran'er, don't be angry, I will definitely tell you, but now is not the time."

   "Okay!" Ye Feiran nodded, "Then let's think about how to pack Wannian Spiritual Milk?"

   Came to the front of Wannian Spirit Milk, Ye Mulin moved her consciousness, and there was a bottle exuding cold air in her hand.

   "This is a bottle made from Wannian Cold Stone, which is specially used to hold Wannian Spirit Milk."

   Hearing the words, Ye Feiran's eyes lit up, and then she immediately took the bottle and began to fill the Wannian Spiritual Milk, a total of twenty drops.

After    installed, Ye Feiran handed it directly to Ye Murin, "Here!"

   Ye Murin raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, as if she didn't understand why Ye Feiran gave it to him.

   "Mu Rin, I know you need Wannian Lingyu." Ye Feiran smiled, otherwise she wouldn't carry a bottle specially designed for Wannian Lingyu.

   The next moment, Ye Murin reached out and hugged Ye Feiran into her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have already used twenty drops, and these twenty drops are yours."

   "Huh?" Ye Feiran raised her head and looked at Ye Murin with a bewildered expression.

   "Purple Lotus absorbed 20 drops of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, which can suppress the heat and cold poison in my body for a long time, which means it can prolong my life for a long time." Ye Mulin explained softly.

   His expression was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing.

   Seeing this, Ye Feiran felt distressed again, stretched out her hand to hug Ye Mulin tightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How long is a long time?"

   Ye Mulin didn't answer for a long time.

   Ye Feiran tightened her hands suddenly and continued to ask, "One year? Five years? Ten years? Or longer?"

   (end of this chapter)