The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 79 I don't accept your apology
Jun Yeli's dark eyes were as deep as a deep pool, with a little bit of starlight, which made people feel a little flustered.

Putting her small hand on the firm chest, Feng Wuxie hurriedly turned her head away, took a step back, and said in a helpless way: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Without that fragrant body, the bosom suddenly became empty, and even the big hand that stretched out could only grab a piece of silky corner of the clothes.

Jun Yeli straightened his back in a sense of loss, his heart was full of resentment towards Jun Yeli's incomprehensible style, and he said with embarrassment on his face.

"Your apology, I don't accept it."

"What?" Feng Wuxie's eyes widened in confusion.

The man in front of him looked half-serious, half-joking, and couldn't see what he meant at all.

Jun Yeli rubbed his thin lips with his fingers, the fragrance of Feng Wuxie still remained on them, he frowned and said, "You have to be responsible."

This person is really strange, he has already apologized just now, but he is still holding on to it.

Feng Wuxie looked at his strange behavior, frowned, and his voice became a little cold: "How to be responsible?"

"You have to tell me how to use this thing." Jun Yeli didn't want to take this opportunity to make some excessive demands.

But when he saw Feng Wuxie's cold little face, his reason came back to him.

Just now he really had an evil intention, once Feng Wuxie came back to it, I'm afraid he will show his embarrassment again.

And for this design drawing, although Jun Yeli knew how to draw it, he had never used such a weird thing.

Feng Wuxie looked at Jun Yeli in disbelief, her expression calmed down, she thought Jun Yeli would make some unreasonable demands.

It turned out that it was only because of this. Could it be that I was too attached to myself?

Without Jun Yeli, this picture would not have been drawn at all, and without the blueprint, the weapon would have been impossible to make.

But the pure-hearted Feng Wuxie completely forgot that he was being taken advantage of.

"Okay, I'll show you when I make something." Feng Wuxie said calmly to Ye Junli, but when he thought of the lack of materials in this world, a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

"But this kind of material is hard to find. I don't know if it can be made."

"Can you tell me what kind of material it is?" Jun Yeli asked, as long as he knew it, he would be able to find it for Feng Wuxie.

Feng Wuxie pointed to the blueprint and said: "My weapon is very special. The first half needs to be made of a very hard material, preferably capable of splitting gold and rocks. The lower end needs a strong and resilient silk thread. , can bear the weight of four or five people, do you know if there are any?"

Hearing what Feng Wuxie said, Jun Yeli frowned deeply. The hardest material is Wuyunshi.

But where can I find silk threads that are both strong and resilient?
Feng Wuxie also knew that her request was a little too much, but if she could find this kind of material, then this kind of weapon would definitely add a lot of strength to her.

She sighed softly, and said with some regret: "If you don't have it, forget it. The bottom is slightly changed, and it is still made according to an ordinary weapon."

Jun Yeli meditated quietly for a moment, then suddenly got up, his eyes lit up: "I know where there is such a material, just wait for me for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he hurried out, apparently forgetting that he hadn't slept all night.

Feng Wuxie wanted to call him to stop, but when she went out, he was already gone.

Perhaps, Jun Yeli is not as scary as he imagined.

Going back to the house and putting away the drawings, Feng Wuxie put the drawings into the Lingquan space, and took a look at the blood lotus seeds by the way.

Still the same as before, and there is no sign of germination.

Feng Wuxie sighed, took out some medicinal materials from inside, and walked towards Nangongyue's room.

If the calculation is not bad, Nangong Jin will be able to wake up this morning.

All the bone worms in his body were eliminated yesterday, and more than half of the poison has been cured, as long as he cooperates with Feng Wuxie's decoction and Red Toad's help, he will recover without any problem.

Feng Wuxie is not far from Nangongyue's courtyard, she has a superb memory, even if she doesn't have Liu'er, she can still find it.

But Feng Wuxie hadn't seen Du Chun from yesterday to this morning, seeing that his courtyard door was closed, it was obvious that he was not inside.

Could it be that he really came to handle the matter of weapons for Prince Jin?
Feng Wuxie was thinking while walking.

Jianzhuang has been really lively these past few days. No matter where you go, you can see all kinds of masters walking around the villa, most of them come here to make their mark in this year's martial arts conference.

They all looked arrogant, they all thought that their martial arts were the best in the world, and they looked down upon other swordsmen.

It's just that among these swordsmen, there are very few women, so when Feng Wuxie walked out of the corridor, he immediately attracted the attention of all walks of life.

Feng Wuxie didn't look sideways, completely ignoring those glances that more or less swept over her body, her eyes were on other people's bodies, and she didn't have the ability to control them yet.

"This girl, what's your name?" A long arm holding a fan appeared in front of Feng Wuxie, blocking Feng Wuxie's way, and her frivolous tone made Feng Wuxie frown slightly.

The man's face was quite handsome, and he was dressed in luxurious clothes, but his squinting eyes lowered his worth.

Feng Wuxie had no choice but to stop, and said to the man in a rather polite tone: "Trouble, get out of the way."

She is really not in the mood to talk to him now, Nangong Jin's condition needs her to be diagnosed and treated.

But some people obviously don't understand human words.

Feng Wuxie's meaning was obvious, but the man thought that he looked like Pan An, and thought that women all over the world would admire him and admire him after seeing him.

Feng Wuxie's refusal not only didn't make him retreat, but he thought it was Feng Wuxie's deliberate way of rebuffing and welcoming, to attract his attention.

"My lord, Duguyuan, the chief disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, may I ask the girl who is..." Duguyuan followed Feng Wuxie's footsteps, walked with her, and reported his family number.

I hope that the words "Xiaoyaomen" can attract Feng Wuxie's attention.

But what I didn't expect was that Feng Wuxie's eyes didn't stay on him for a second, and he rejected him coldly: "I'm not interested."

Xiaoyaomen was founded in the hidden Lingxi Valley, and it is a well-known sect in the Jianghu. Fire Cloud Palm and Lieyang Fan have always been the unique skills of Xiaoyaomen, and have never been passed on to the outside world.

How many people who wanted to sharpen their heads and drill in were all turned away.

So when Duguyuan's words came out, it aroused discussions among the people present.

"Xiaoyaomen? Is he really a disciple of Xiaoyaomen?"

"Impossible? Why did Xiaoyaomen come to Mingjian Villa? Is it also for this martial arts conference?"

"Hmph, I see, this year's martial arts conference will definitely be more lively than previous years."

Everyone was talking about it, but Duguyuan opened the folding fan in his hand with disdain for some people's doubts, and the logo of Xiaoyaomen appeared on it.

Now the people around exploded again, swept away their previous arrogance, and walked towards Duguyuan one after another, trying to get close to him.

But he was stopped by the disciples following Duguyuan.

Everyone could only look at Feng Wuxie with eyes of regret and envy, and really didn't understand that she would reject someone from Xiaoyaomen.

Looking at Feng Wuxie's leaving back, a determined smile appeared on Duguyuan's face, as long as there was a woman he liked, none of them could escape from his palm.

As for women, as long as you put in the effort and time, you will definitely be able to catch up.

When Feng Wuxie arrived at Nangong Jin's residence, Nangongyue was already guarding there, and after being disinfected with medicinal wine, Feng Wuxie walked in.

Seeing Feng Wuxie come in, Nangongyue had a joyful smile on her face, she took her hand a little excitedly, and walked to Nangongjin's bed.

"Wuxie, look, my elder brother is awake."

Feng Wuxie was still a little unaccustomed to being touched by strangers, she calmly withdrew her hand and reached out to catch Nangong Jin's pulse.

He nodded and said, "It's recovered well, it seems that yesterday's method is very effective."

"Then do you still need to use that method to detoxify elder brother today?" Nan Gongyue rushed here as soon as she knew that Nangong Jin had woken up.

Now she wished that her elder brother's illness would recover soon, so that he would never suffer from those illnesses again.

Feng Wuxie knew what she was thinking, but yesterday's method was just to release the poisonous insects in Nangong Jin's body, if it happened again, his body would not be able to bear it.

So the best way is to take conservative treatment.

"No need today, I will write a method later, you follow the prescription to decoct the medicine, and then add acupuncture, the poison will be cleared slowly."

After finishing speaking, Feng Wuxie walked to the table, wrote down the prescription, and handed all the prepared medicinal materials to Nan Gongyue.

Although Nangong's family also had medicinal materials, it seemed that Feng Wuxie had never used them, so when Nangong Yue took these medicinal materials, she knew how valuable they were.

Gratitude words will never be beneficial to action, Nan Gongyue remembered the blueprint that Feng Wuxie said yesterday, and asked: "I don't know the blueprint from yesterday, Wuxie, did you draw it?"

As long as there are blueprints, no matter how difficult a weapon is, it will not fail Mingjian Villa.

When mentioning the blueprint, Feng Wuxie showed a look of embarrassment, thinking of the impossible material, she could only slightly shake her head.

"still has not now."

If it really didn't work, she had no choice but to change the drawing again.

Nan Gongyue pondered for a while, then said to her: "Although my name is Jianshanzhuang, I am not talented, but all the weapons in the world come from my village. If Wuxie has any difficulties, you can show me the blueprint, maybe I can help Your busy."

Nan Gongyue's words are correct. She has received her father's true biography since she was a child. As long as it is a blueprint, she can make it.

It's just that compared to Nangong Jin, her technique is still much inferior to his.

Feng Wuxie knew that she was proficient in making all kinds of weapons, so she took out the blueprint from her sleeve. To outsiders, it seemed that she took it out of her sleeve, but only Feng Wuxie knew that it was from a spiritual spring. The space is taken out.

(End of this chapter)