After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 4

wen ren paused and said from the bottom of his heart, "the subordinates will certainly do their best to assist zun shang." 

"well, it's good." he drunken folded his clothes, "you go, the demon beast that the right protector said, since you are willing to surrender, remember to take good care of it." 

"subordinates obey orders."

hearing the silent retreat, he drunk held the stove and set his eyes on the brazier lit on the edge of the soft bed.

in the brazier burned a black magic fire—it was a smelling fire, and this flame, like his people, burned silently and tirelessly, dispelling the cold of the room with its own heat.

he drunken squinted his eyes slightly, and he sat motionless in the same place for a while to roast the fire, then suddenly put his hand into his sleeve and took out a bottle of medicine from the storage space.

the white porcelain bottle is not large enough to be palmed, and the bottle has a light blue print on the body, which is a unique symbol of the qingxiao sect.

he held the porcelain bottle in silence, the body of which was cold, as warm as the tip of his finger.

this medicine was given to him by pei qianhe.

a thousand years ago, he was thrown into this world by the system, and had to choose to enter the devil in order to save his life, when he barely managed to retrieve a life, and his body was seriously injured, and it was the qingxiao faction that took him in.

he still remembered the day when the snow was heavy, and he accidentally hit the foot of qingfeng peak, fell exhausted under a plum blossom tree, and was running into the returning xuan xianzun of the white-clad sword was cold and dusty, and the frost and snow fell on his shoulders, like the petals of a white plum, and the man broke into his field of vision in the ice and snow and held out his hand at him.

the hand was slender and powerful, with a thin cocoon on the abdomen, and it was the hand that held the sword for many years. he drunk was seriously injured and exhausted, his consciousness was a little confused, and he didn't think much about it, and handed out his blood-stained hand.

it was with this shaking that he entered the qingxiao sect mountain gate, the first major sect of the immortal gate, and became the first and only disciple under the famous xuanxuan immortal throne.

so xuan xian zun did not dislike his status as a magic cultivator, nor did he even ask him where his injuries came from, but only found a medical cultivator to treat him.

the qingxiao sword sect and the medicine king medical valley had mutual contacts, and pei qianhe was even more close to the medicine king valley lord, the sacred hand doctor immortal shen wanchun, and the medical immortal was invited to treat he drunk's wounds, and at a glance, he saw that he was carrying the blood of the shadow divine bird, and his physique was extremely special, and after the three of them discussed, the medical immortal prescribed two pairs of prescriptions.

the first prescription, called "chopping affection", was used with red snow grass to suppress the nature of the divine bird and make him no longer in heat.

the second prescription was made of dan medicine, which was in the bottle in his hand, which was called "broken descent", which was taken in an emergency and could be used to avoid children.

in modern parlance, it's the birth control pill.

he drunk's fingertips gently rubbed the lines on the porcelain bottle, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, he pulled out the soft plug on the medicine bottle, poured out one of the pills, and put it in his mouth.