monk family

Chapter 1294 Counting the Harvest
The plaque of the courtyard where Fu Shishi lives is written with the words "Yiling Courtyard". Brother and others voluntarily gave up these two small courtyards, where Mr. Fu and the patriarch Fu Zhihong lived.

In Yiling courtyard.

A six-story building rose from the ground.

The first floor is used as a conference hall, the whole body is open, the area is very spacious, and it can accommodate at least 300 people.

The building style here is also a bit like the West, but it is surrounded by a circle, and the steps are arranged in random order. There are futons scattered on the steps, which should be left behind by Xiao Zhang's family in time.

at this time.

Qin Shoumei was lying on the long ladder at the entrance.

Fu Yi'an was also placed next to her with his eyes closed.

"The soul is damaged, this injury cannot be cured!"

Mr. Fu and Fu Zhihong went up to inspect Qin Shoumei's injury one after another, frowning.

Fu Zhihong can only pin his hopes on Fu Shiyi:
"Eleven, Miss Qin's injury, how sure are you of healing her?"

The battle of Qilin Mountain.

Qin Shoumei could have protected herself wisely, but in order to keep her demonic energy from leaking out, she almost did not hesitate to fight with her life. It was reasonable, and the Fu family needed to do their best to heal her.Moreover, only after Qin Shoumei recovers from her injuries and returns to the Qin family, will she be able to appeal.

Fu Zhihong thought it selfishly.

Qin Shoumei has obviously chosen to join the Fu family.

Now that the other party has expressed his attitude, he has to think about how to merge the Qin family into a logical one.

The formation of the Qin family.

Their Fu family is extremely scarce.

"Father"

"I can heal Miss Qin's injuries, but it will take some time."

Fu Shiyi had already thought of a cure, but she wasn't the one who started the cure.

"Okay, very cough cough very good!"

Fu Zhihong was so excited that the injured coughed.

His eyes looked at Fu Shishi with sparkling eyes.

He knew this daughter would not let him down.

He turned his head to look at Fu Yi'an who was lying on the side. At this moment, Fu Yi'an's body was pitch black, like black charcoal. If it hadn't been for Fu Yiyi's explanation, Fu Zhihong would never have recognized him. After wandering around, all these devilish energy flowed on his body for a week, and all of them flowed to the center of his eyebrows. Fu Yian, who was frowning tightly, shook his head from side to side anxiously from time to time.

Something like magic.

Naturally, Fu Zhihong didn't dare to step forward to infect him.

"Eleven, what about Yi'an?"

"How is Yi'an's recovery?"

Fu Yi'an originally entered Taoism through demons.

Fu Zhihong was not surprised.

However, I am still very afraid, after all, the two races of humans and demons have always been incompatible, otherwise, when they were in Qilin Mountain, everyone would not try their best to cover up their demonic energy.

"Father, Yi'an's situation is a bit complicated."

"After a while, I will tell you more about it."

Mention Fu Yi'an.

Fu Shiyi looked a little strange.

Fu Zhihong nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the storage bag on Fu Shishi's waist.

All the members of the Fu family were injured, and at this moment, it is time to urgently need the holy medicine for healing.

"Look at me, I almost fainted!"

Fu Shishi smiled slightly.

She had 24 picked up storage bags hanging on her waist. The little Zhang family disciples who formed the Heshengyue Killing Formation at that time were all Jindan late-stage cultivation bases. Their collections must not be too stingy. Fu Shiyi also had some expectations .

"call--"

Take a deep breath.

Fu Shiyi made a tactic with his right hand.

The auras of aura were directly submerged into the 24 storage bags.

(End of this chapter)