Seeing the blood spilling from her fingers and the slightest pain, Yan Xiaomo frowned and took a breath.
Yan Xiaomo glanced at the fairy grass complainingly, but she didn't expect that such a harmful spiritual grass existed in this fairy garden.
"Xiao Benzhu, what's wrong with your hand?"
Xuanyuan Jing's voice sounded from behind him.
His original frivolous tone was no longer solemn, only solemn.
"It was cut by the spirit grass."
Yan Xiaomo looked helplessly at the person behind him, and at the wound on his hand.
He saw a small wound that was bleeding all the time, and bright red blood dripped on it.
On the spiritual grass.
Soon, the blood was absorbed by the spirit grass so fast that Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but gasp.
"Why are you so careless?"
Although Xuanyuan Jing's words were reproachful, he did not mean to blame him.
Even his tone was worried.
Yan Xiaomo's heart was touched, but the next scene made Yan Xiaomo blush.
Xuanyuan Jing took her injured finger in his mouth and sucked her finger.
There was a tingling feeling in the finger.
This feeling spread to Yan Xiaomo's brain, and his face turned red unconsciously.
She wanted to take her fingers out in shame, but Xuanyuan Jing grabbed her wrist tightly, and Xuanyuan Jing kept sucking her fingers.
Half of the green-white jade index finger was held in Xuanyuan Jing's mouth.
Yan Xiaomo felt the warm tongue licking her wound, causing Yan Xiaomo to tremble slightly.
Zhuang Zhou saw this scene through the ethereal mirror, his brown eyes became a bit colder, his hands behind his back were tightly twisted into fists, and he felt a sudden pain in his chest.
He closed his eyes and suppressed the emotion that he shouldn't have.
It's just that once some emotions are engraved in the mind, the less you think about them, the easier it is to think of them and they won't go away.
With Xuanyuan Jing's help, Yan Xiaomo found the fairy grass he needed.
The original wound on his finger disappeared after Xuanyuan Jing sucked it, leaving it intact.
Although he didn't know what was going on, Yan Xiaomo didn't go into details.
This was the world of immortal cultivation.
What could possibly happen?
After putting away the spiritual grass, Yan Xiaomo went back.
Xuanyuan Jing did not continue to follow Yan Xiaomo and only said that he would give her a gift on her birthday.
Hearing the gift, Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but shudder.
Although this uncle was a bit more romantic, he didn't look like that kind of person.
But who can guarantee that he will not attack her in order to increase his own cultivation?
Returning to Zhuang Zhou's palace, Yan Xiaomo felt that there was almost no warmth in the entire palace while Zhuang Zhou was meditating.
Yan Xiaomo hesitated for a while, then summoned up the courage to say to Zhuang Zhou, "Master, I have gathered the herbs."
During these days of getting along, Zhuang Zhou's favorable impression of her has reached 70%, and he likes her a little more than before.
"Come here."
Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes.
His brown eyes were shining with a hint of coldness.
It had been a long time since he had seen Zhuang Zhou like this, and Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but wonder.
He took two steps forward and stopped one step away from Zhuang Zhou, still holding the herbs in his hand.
Zhuang Zhou slowly stood up, his whole body exuding a sense of oppression.
Seeing Zhuang Zhou's expressionless expression, he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart.
He lowered his head guiltily, thinking of the scene in the fairy garden, his face suddenly turned red.
Why do I feel like I was caught cheating?
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