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

Part 15

"it doesn't matter if you wear it for a few more days," lord demon zun had no pity, he struggled with his wrist and forcibly broke the chain on his wrist with his magic qi, "next time, don't blame the buddha-figure for tying this chain to your neck." "

wen ren touched the collar between his neck, as if he was not quite comfortable--this circle was unlocked with magic qi, and after it was fastened, it could only be opened by he drunk, and he himself could not take it off.

but he soon accepted it, leaned over the bedside and tinkered for a while, unloading the silver chains and putting them into his storage space.

he drunk looked at him inexplicably: "it's all broken, what are you still doing?" could it be that you want to fix it and continue to lock me? "

wen ren said honestly, "his holiness said that if there is another time, he will tie this thing to the neck of his subordinates, so the subordinates put it away in advance and left it for his holiness to spare." "

he drunk: "..."

lord demon lord was suppressed by the unconditional obedience of the little protector, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he had to cough a few times.

"is zunshang still cold?" wen ren handed him the stove, "elder qingru gave the prescription subordinates have seen, except that the two-flavor immortal herb aura is too full of energy to be suitable for the demon body, the others can be used, the subordinates find other medicinal materials to replace, and give zun shang decoction medicine." "

he drunk actually did not want to drink, he held the stove in the corner of the bed, did not say a word, when it was the default.

strange to say, he did not have strong discomfort in his body now, the new wounds on his chest seemed to have healed themselves in his sleep, the suffocating pain that often tormented him was gone, and he was now very warm, and he didn't even want to cough.

qingru's medicine he had not yet drunk, with his own physical condition, it was impossible to make the injury heal in such a short period of time, and there was no third person in the room, so it could only be the hands and feet of people who smelled it.

but if there really was a way to treat him, he should have done it a long time ago, and it was impossible to delay it until now.

what's different from before?

the only difference was that he probably had an extra seed in his stomach that he didn't know who had left behind.

he drunken narrowed his eyes.

wen ren did not realize the thoughts of his holiness, he was sitting in the small courtyard preparing to fry medicine, with a large number of various herbs in his hand, he had sorted out the dosage and threw them into the pot of medicine on the shelf one by one.

zun shang's physique was too special, most of the medicinal materials did not work for him, and this pair that qing ru prescribed was not necessarily effective, but she was shen wanchun's disciple after all, and there was no harm in trying it.

smelling people sat intently in the courtyard decocting the medicine, and also applied a barrier to prevent the smell of the medicine from wafting into the house.

suddenly, a wolf sneaked in silently from the courtyard door, and it rushed to the front of the smelling people' drink, put the brocade bag in his mouth like a treasure, and frantically wagged its tail at him, waiting for the master's praise.

smelling ren took the golden bag, which contained more than a dozen red snow grasses, his eyes softened, and he reached out and rubbed the head of the demon wolf.