Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 113 The doctor sister is getting stronger, Feng Yan prepares another trick
The night was as dark as water, but Feng Yan couldn't stay any longer.

Because Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing looked at him in extremely strange ways, and did not take his dignity as a man seriously at all.

Zhu Zhuqing simply ignored him, "Sister Xiaoqian, don't you know that there is more than one way to please Master Yan?"

"What a joke! Xiaoyan, that's the only way you can make me happy. I think you just don't have enough strength and you only care about your own enjoyment!"

"Really? It seems that Sister Xiao Qian is indeed simple-minded."

"What do you mean?"

Zhu Zhuqing has already made great achievements in studying the ways of being a housewife, but the recent rumors have really left her in the cold.

Seeing that her angelic sister Qian Renxue was so ignorant, the young Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but want to educate her.

Just like practicing the "Jade Girl Heart Sutra" with Ning Rongrong.

"If you don't understand, I can teach you, for example, this... and that..."

"Ah? Is there such a method?!"

"Of course, there are more. Do you really want to learn, sister?"

This touched upon Qian Renxue's blind spot in knowledge, and she immediately felt her authority as the legal wife dissipating.

How could she, a little angel, be bullied by a tiny black cat?
In order to give her a hand first, Qian Renxue decided to fill in the knowledge gaps that outsiders could not know, and then test the authenticity.

"Humph! I advise you to tell me quickly! Otherwise, you will never touch Xiaoyan again in this life!"

After saying the ugly words up front, Qian Renxue sat down and placed a cup of tea heavily in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

After taking a sip of tea, Zhu Zhuqing said calmly, "Don't be anxious, Sister Xiao Qian. These methods are not only liked by Master Yan, I believe you will like them too."

"is it?"

"Of course, Master Yan's accumulated soul power can be solved this way."

"Oh? Then you should tell me in more detail."

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Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing, one is humble and eager to learn, the other is a good teacher, and they have devoted themselves wholeheartedly to their brilliant careers.

Before they knew it, Feng Yan had escaped from their area.

In this situation, Feng Yan was afraid that the gun would go off accidentally, and if two people died in one night, that would be really fatal.

Thinking that Ye Lingling was frightened by Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing, and Feng Yan had nowhere to go, he felt that he should say sorry.

Feng Yan rolled his wheelchair and came to Ye Lingling's room following the footsteps he heard Ye Lingling leave.

When Feng Yan knocked on the door just now, he had already waited for a while out of politeness. After all, there was the sound of running water coming from Ye Lingling's room, which obviously meant that she was taking a shower.

When she opened the door, Ye Lingling was still shocked when she saw Feng Yan.

After taking a half step back timidly, Ye Lingling, wearing black velvet pajamas, hotel slippers, and with wet hair, asked weakly: "Yan... Yanfeng, how did you know I live here?"

"As expected of the Royal Fighting Team, you are so wealthy. You all have single rooms." To avoid embarrassment, Feng Yan did not explain how he knew where Ye Lingling lived. He just praised the financial resources of the Royal Fighting Team.

Then he pointed at Xue Qinghe's room with an awkward expression, "I have nowhere to go now, can I hide here for a while?"

It was the dead of night and they were alone together. Intellectually, Ye Lingling wanted to refuse, but her body seemed to have acted ahead of time and made way for her without hesitation.

There was no other way. Keeping her expressionless face, Ye Lingling said, "Come in."

"Oh, you're still so cool, so cute."

As he wheeled into the room, Feng Yan asked, "What's your soul power level? You're already a grown-up girl in your early twenties. If you don't hurry up, your soul power will increase more and more slowly."

Based on personal experience, Feng Yan indeed prefers to be with those girls who don't act fancy and insist on sticking to him.

What Feng Yan likes most about Ye Lingling is that no matter how much he talks, Ye Lingling will listen carefully.

But no matter what the wind says, the listener always has his own intentions.

Seeing the word "cute", Ye Lingling was at a loss again. She didn't know whether to sit or stand. She closed the door and took two steps forward.

"I... I'm already level 35." Ye Lingling said timidly.

"Ah? Why is it only level 35?" Feng Yan expressed his incomprehension as he pushed the wheelchair to the coffee table in Ye Lingling's room.

"Forget it, let me say sorry to you first." Feng Yan bowed solemnly to Ye Lingling.

"Although this is not the first time they have met, you have seen that I have dragged you into this fire. I hope you are not scared?"

After all, when the little angel lacked soul power, Ye Lingling’s grandfather helped him a lot.

This was a life-saving favor, and Feng Yan kept it in mind, so he naturally cared more about Ye Lingling.

Ye Lingling didn't dare to look at Feng Yan yet. She just raised her two little hands and shook them, whispering, "It's okay. I just saw you and wanted to say hello."

In order to conceal her abnormality, Ye Lingling still plucked up the courage to look up at Yan Feng.

With her heart beating wildly, Ye Lingling asked a question that might help him: "Yan Feng, are you feeling well? If necessary, I can help you contact your grandfather."

"Oh! Haven't you checked everything? I'm not injured, nor am I sick." Feng Yan waved his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary.

Then he asked about Ye Lingling's grandfather, "Is old man Ye Tiandi still in good health? Is he still traveling around Douluo Continent?"

Ye Fan, the Leaf Covering the Sky. This is the name of Ye Lingling's grandfather. How could Feng Yan resist giving the old man a nickname?

"Grandpa is fine." Ye Lingling was used to Feng Yan calling her grandpa like that. "Being able to cure illnesses and save lives is a blessing for us soul masters with the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Spirit."

"You are still at a higher level." Feng Yan gave Ye Lingling a thumbs up.

But there was nothing else to talk about, so Feng Yan squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Lingling's chest, and asked a question that had been puzzling him for a long time, "I've wanted to ask you since I just came in, is there something wrong with your body? Why is your heart beating so fast?"

“Ah?!” Ye Lingling shrank into the corner like a frightened rabbit, “You…you…you…”

Covering her heart with one hand and pointing at Feng Yan with the other, Ye Lingling stuttered for a long time and only said "you".

"I have good hearing, have you forgotten?" Feng Yan pointed to his ears, thinking that Ye Lingling was really weird. "Then! Then in the bathroom... did you also..."

Ye Lingling's expression became extremely horrified at this moment, her skin turned red, like a cooked crab.

She moved sideways against the wall, trying to squeeze into the corner that she couldn't get into.

"You're taking a shower? I heard it, otherwise how would I know where you live?" Since Ye Lingling asked again, Feng Yan told the truth.

"Oh, forget it. You are the owner of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Spirit. You must know better than me what is wrong with your body."

Feng Yan couldn't figure out what was wrong with Ye Lingling, and she was unwilling to answer, so he stopped worrying about it.

Feng Yan pointed at his heart and fell into deep thought, "Unlike me, it's very troublesome. Although it's not impossible to replace the heart, the problem is that I'm stuck at the most difficult step."

"After I mastered the Reverse Life Skill, I don't need to worry about my heart breaking as long as I have enough soul power. But the problem is that I can't refine my heart now. It's stuck at the second level and I can't move."

"In this case, it is impossible to even take further steps, let alone complete heart replacement or repair."

"They are arguing again. Trying a new method doesn't work..."

Feng Yan was talking and Ye Lingling was listening.

Perhaps Ye Lingling had gotten into a rhythm she was accustomed to, and her violently beating heartbeat slowly subsided.

Standing in the corner, Ye Lingling looked at Yan Feng quietly.

Although he still liked to talk about cultivation on his own, Ye Lingling suddenly realized that the little boy was getting further and further away from her.

After many years, Ye Lingling was still alone when they met again, but Yan Feng became more and more dazzling. He had become a capable fighting spirit and girls could finally approach him.

If that's the case, wouldn't she be the only one left?

She still listens quietly, still wants to listen quietly, and still only wants to listen quietly?
No, Ye Lingling is also a girl with thoughts, feelings and desires.

As a doctor, Ye Lingling understands what's wrong with her body better than anyone else.

Her body was craving it, but she was subconsciously denying it.

So why could Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing discuss those things without restraint? But she could only flee in a hurry, hide in the bathroom, pour cold water, and feel sad alone through her stockings?
For some unknown reason, Ye Lingling walked towards Yan Feng.

"Yan Feng...long time no see, would you like a drink?" Ye Lingling said as she walked and took out a palm-sized brown clay jar.

"This is my grandfather's treasured medicinal wine. It can soothe the meridians and strengthen the body. It should be good for your body."

"Oh? There is such a good thing? You are worthy of being Emperor Ye Tian!" Feng Yan's eyes lit up immediately and he rubbed his hands.

Feng Yan was extremely happy because he could drink it and at the same time help dissipate some of his stagnant soul power.

When Ye Lingling opened the cork of the wine, Feng Yan, who smelled the scent, swallowed his saliva and looked impatient.

"Don't drink too much. Haven't you been drunk before?" Ye Lingling took the small teacup on the coffee table with an expressionless face and said as she poured the tea.

"Oh, don't worry, just a drink, just a drink! Just one glass, okay?"

But it was just Ye Lingling, a kind-hearted doctor. He didn't doubt the rumors and only thought that Ye Lingling wanted to cure him.

If it were someone else, even Ning Rongrong, Feng Yan would have to wonder if the little witch wanted to get him drunk and draw a little turtle on his face.

Feng Yan was really scared when he thought that if Qian Renxue had not arrived at the right time, the little witch might have really taken advantage of him being drunk and done this.

As the saying goes, long illness makes a good doctor, and Fengyan's reputation of "immortal medicine" is not earned for nothing.

Although he hadn't thought about practicing any poison skills, he was a noob with a lot of equipment, and he knew all the good stuff. "Oh my god, it's got something! This is made with the ten thousand year old devil tiger whip, ten thousand year old spirit deer antlers, ten thousand year old blood ginseng, and ten thousand year old rouge python's gallbladder! It's a great tonic! Damn, I can only drink one sip, any more is too much for me!"

While Feng Yan was enjoying the aroma of the wine, Ye Lingling suggested, "Since it's a meridian, why don't you try my Ye family's blood-activating method?"

"Okay." Feng Yan's attention was now entirely on the glass of wine, and he agreed without hesitation.

The fragrant breeze from the crabapple flowers blew by, and Ye Lingling came behind Feng Yan.

Ye Lingling lightly pressed with the tips of her ten fingers, all of which touched several major acupoints behind Feng Yan's head.

Among them, of course, is the Tianchuang point of the large intestine meridian under the ear, which can disperse internal heat by lightly pressing it.

The strong liquor passed down his throat and a beautiful woman was massaging him from behind. Feng Yan felt so comfortable at that moment.

For a moment, Feng Yan felt as if his soul was about to leave his body. He felt as if his body had lost weight. He just lay there lazily, floating upwards.

Suddenly, Feng Yan seemed to see many more silver-purple crabapple flowers in front of him, and he felt that he was in a soft paradise, and the comfort in his heart seemed to overflow.

Finally, he felt as if he was wandering in an endless expanse of whiteness.

There is no desire or thought here, and Feng Yan's thoughts have become extremely clear.

Preserving both life and death is the highest pursuit of cultivators.

The root cause of all illnesses is nothing more than physical and mental problems.

So is it possible to maximize Ye Lingling's Nine-Hearted Begonia's healing ability, allowing her to have the ability to change her body organs at will?

Of course, when the mental power is strong enough, one can perform similar spiritual soul skills and influence and change the spiritual sea of ​​​​others?

In this way, not only did he create a new magical skill, but with the help of Ye Lingling's external force, wouldn't his heart problem also be cured?
"I figured it out!" The moment his thoughts came into his head, Feng Yan opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

However, from what Feng Yan saw, time did not stop at the moment when he drank the wine.

He saw the unfamiliar ceiling and the morning light filtering in through the curtains.

But all the senses returned to the body, and Feng Yan felt like crying but had no tears, because he was too familiar with that irresistible touch.

When Feng Yan turned his head, he saw Ye Lingling's blue-purple hair and her cool sleeping face.

At this time, Ye Lingling was lying on Feng Yan's chest, maintaining the same state as before she lost consciousness.

However, the most terrifying thing was not that such a thing happened again, but the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Knock knock knock. As the knock on the door sounded, another familiar yet unfamiliar voice came, "Lingling, are you awake? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has summoned us. We have to hurry."

(End of this chapter)