There are always sick girls with ill intentions towards me

Because she could clearly feel a powerful life force from the leg ring flowing into her body. At the same time, the wound on her back was healing little by little.

Although the healing speed was not fast, it was a punishment from heaven, and the healing speed was far faster than the ointment on the table.

"This thing——"

“It can heal physical injuries.”

Li Lingge stood up and looked at Yun Yourong's back again.

He just wanted to see how the injury was recovering and definitely didn't look anywhere else.

Hearing this, Yun Yourong simply stopped covering up and turned around to let Li Lingge see more clearly.

In less than a stick of incense, the wound on her back would be healed.

"This thing is too valuable. When I recover from my injury, Lingge should wear it on himself."

Li Lingge: …

“This is something women wear.”

Yun Yourong couldn't help but turn around and glare at Li Lingge.

"This is a Taoist weapon. Who cares if it's a man or a woman? If you wear it under your clothes, who can see it?"

"This is a gift from me to my sister-in-law." Li Lingge reiterated and murmured, "My sister-in-law has suffered a lot in the past three years."

Although Yun Yourong didn't say it, he could roughly guess that the injury was most likely caused by him.

At this time, Yun Yourong no longer concealed anything.

"This injury is nothing. If I hadn't been chasing that old bastard, I would have recovered long ago."

Seeing that the injuries were recovering little by little and no scars were left, Li Lingge couldn't help but ask.

"What grudge does sister-in-law have against him?"

"There is no hatred. He just simply wants to kill me."

Looking at the leg ring on her leg, Yun Yourong suddenly realized that something was missing, and she turned to look at Li Lingge.

"When are you going to return the black silk you secretly took away before entering the Tianshu Secret Realm?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 138 Yun Yourong: Draw on my legs

Gudong.

Faced with this question, Li Lingge's throat rolled and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

At first, I thought we would never see each other again after entering the secret realm.

In order to recall her memory in the future, he not only took away the red mandarin duck bellyband, but also stole her original black stockings.

Who could have thought that instead of dying in the secret realm, he would die in his own home.

"Did you lose your black silk stockings?"

Such things must never be acknowledged.

Li Lingge pretended to be surprised, and couldn't help but glance at the pair of beautiful legs crossed under the gauze dress.

Yun Yourong did not expose it, but hooked it with her jade finger and took a brocade box under the gantry in her hand.

"It's a gift to return the favor. I'll give you a gift too."

Li Lingge took the brocade box and was about to open it when a jade hand pressed on the box.

"Look again when we go back."

Suppressing his curiosity, Li Lingge began to ask about the business.

"I heard that black silk is now sold in the capital."

He didn't know at first, but Qiu Yuebai said that Pei Xueji was actually wearing black stockings, which made him feel a little surprised.

There are actually people who dare to get ahead of him in this kind of business.

Seeing his money-obsessed look, Yun Yourong couldn't help but chuckle.

"That was sold in our own shop, and the money went into the government treasury."

Then she raised her chin slightly and said with some pride.

"That's also made of white jade silk from South Vietnam."

After wearing black stockings for the first time, she felt that this item would definitely sell well.

Therefore, the embroiderers were always asked to find ways to imitate it.

Before the Tianshu Secret Realm was opened, it was finally copied.

At this time, Li Lingge asked casually.

"Only black silk?"

Yun Yourong's raised chin suddenly froze in mid-air.

"if not?"

"There are many more styles." Li Lingge looked around but couldn't find a pen or paper. "I'll draw it for you some other day."

"No need to postpone it."

As he spoke, Yun Yourong flipped his palm and a brush appeared in his hand.

Li Lingge raised his eyebrows and noticed the ring the other person had been wearing on his hand. It turned out to be a storage ring.

But what's the point of carrying a pen with you?

Moreover, the original color of the brush can still be seen on the tip of the pen, which clearly shows that it has never been stained with ink.

Yun Yourong handed the pen to Li Lingge.

"This Antai Lake brush is made of Xueling rabbit cub hair. Although it is not very suitable for painting, it can be used."

Li Lingge took a close look at the pen in his hand, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This is actually a spiritual weapon!

Good guy!

After all, it is a holy realm, and any pen you use is a spiritual weapon.

"I never knew you knew something about calligraphy and painting."

"There are still many things you don't know." Yun Yourong pointed at the brush in Li Lingge's hand, "Not to mention that the brushes required for painting and calligraphy are different, even different fonts require different brushes."

Li Lingge usually didn't care much about literary matters, so he just asked another question casually.

"So what font is this pen suitable for?"

Yun Yourong's fingertips gently circled the Xueling rabbit fur.

“This brush is best suited for cursive calligraphy.”

"Suitable for cursive calligraphy..."

Li Lingge: (O_o)??

I always feel that there is something wrong with these words, but I can't tell what's wrong.

His eyes fell on Yun Yourong's storage ring again.

"Only a pen?"

If you only give him a pen but no ink or paper, where can he draw?

Yun Yourong held Li Lingge's hand and gave an order.

"Open your mouth."

Li Lingge was a little confused, but he still opened his mouth obediently.

The next moment, the tip of the pen was inserted into his mouth.

This made his eyes widen a little. What did this mean?

If there was some ink left on the tip of the pen, he could understand why he did this.

But this is just a new pen, what’s the use of saliva?

After feeling that the rabbit hair brush was completely soaked, Yun Yourong pointed to the plump and beautiful legs under the gauze dress.

"Let's just draw a pattern on the real thing. This way it will look more... three-dimensional."

Li Lingge's eyes widened slightly, using his legs as paper and his saliva as ink!

Although I don’t understand, I respect it.

Putting aside unnecessary thoughts, the pattern of stockings emerged in his mind.

Then he knelt on one knee and held up those snow-white feet.

He planned to paint the human figure from bottom to top, so the first stroke fell on the delicate toes.

However, what surprised him was that after he put pen to paper, there were actually flickering spots of light that lasted for a long time.

Therefore, the style diagram he drew is very clear.

"This is?"

"This pen is... well, a spiritual weapon."

Yun Yourong leaned back slightly, and at the moment Li Lingge put pen to paper, her delicate toes couldn't help but curl up slightly.

He let out a muffled groan before he could finish his words, but luckily he reacted quickly and suppressed the strange sound.

She looked at Li Lingge half-kneeling in front of her, staring at her feet and painting seriously.

The arch of my foot is itchy, and my heart is itchy too.

Li Lingge couldn't help but admire it secretly, but he became more skeptical about the daily use of this pen.

He did not notice anything unusual about Yun Yourong. He just drew the style diagram and introduced the styles of stockings.

"What I'm painting now is called fishnet stockings, so named because they look like fishing nets."

However, even a spiritual weapon will eventually run out of ink.

The ink color has already faded before one foot is finished.

Li Lingge subconsciously raised the pen and opened his thin lips slightly to dip it in ink.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Does this count as an indirect kiss on Yun Yourong's feet?

Thinking of this, he raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the plump and beautiful legs.

Then, his eyes raised to the extreme, and he thought to himself, if I were to draw a pattern of pantyhose later...

hiss--

At this moment, Yun Yourong was also staring at Li Lingge's movements nervously.

She held her breath, waiting for Li Lingge's next move.

Would he still put the pen he used to paint on her feet in his mouth?

The next moment, Li Lingge calmly put the tip of the brush into his mouth to wet it, and then continued painting.

Seeing this scene, Yun Yourong's breathing became more rapid, even with a little panting.

Mentally, Li Lingge had kissed her feet again.

Thinking back to the last time, it was the time before that.

At that time, when she was wearing black stockings and stepping on grapes, his feet, which were full of grape juice, were held in his hands.

Li Lingge had no idea what Yun Yourong was thinking. He was really concentrating on drawing the style pictures and introducing various styles of stockings.

"In addition to black stockings and fishnets, there are many different colors and styles of stockings."

After a slight pause, pairs of legs appeared in his mind, each wearing a different type of stockings.