"......At this time, they saw Nan Mo pale and weak as he walked toward them."Ouyan, you're amazing...""He said, and then he remembered the scene just now. The feeling of nausea that he had barely supp...Zhuo Shiran wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she truly couldn't detect any blame or other negative emotions in Feng Yan's voice.

His voice was calm and quiet, as if... he seemed very at ease

Zuo Shiran wasn't quite sure, so she asked, "Could it be that Little Master is... worried that I'll suffer at the hands of Yan family"

"The one called Little Master now. Feng Yan thought to himself, this must be because his mood has improved.

"

Feng Yan glanced at her, "I'm worried you'll be taken advantage of, isn't that normal"

Is this normal Zhu Shuran thought about it, to say it was normal, it should be normal, after all, she could cure him.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Shiran continued to grasp his wrist and slowly guided his spiritual energy into his meridians.

Moreover, because of this action, there is no need to stop.

So, actually, what the two people were doing looked like—they were holding hands and taking a walk.

After walking for a while.

Feng Yan spoke calmly and slowly, "Wood spirits are different from fire spirits. They are not good at attacking, but their life force is vigorous, they are skilled in healing and self-healing."

Zhuo Shiran said: "It's better to farm."

Anyway, she was already great at healing and self-healing. It wasn't about her spiritual energy being strong or weak. It was because of her inherited knowledge of Xuan medicine and the artifact she possessed, the Xuan Yan Ring. That's how she had such magical effects.

She thought, "This Zhu family's wood spirit isn't very impressive. It didn't have any effects that truly amazed her. The only thing she found useful was that it accelerated the growth of plants."

And, the spiritual space of his own Xuan Yan Ring was finally able to open.

Feng Yan heard the obvious indifference in her tone and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He rarely smiled, and even less often did he laugh out loud.

So at this moment, Zhu Shuran heard his low chuckle, deep and magnetic, very pleasant to the ear. She couldn't help but cast him a sidelong glance.

"The family's spiritual energy, which others couldn't even beg for, you still find it too little," Feng Yan said.

Zhuo Shiran didn't deny it, she even shrugged her shoulders and looked at Feng Yan, casually saying, "This matter, the young master and I are half a catty each, you know, we both share the blame."

"Feng Yan: "..."

He didn't speak, and no one had ever seen through him. In truth, he despised bearing the power of his family bloodline.

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He doesn't want it.

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They envied his great talents and naturally took pride and satisfaction in that themselves.

Only Zhuo Shiran had ever said such a thing.

Feng Yan fell silent for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, "Why do you say we are two sides of the same coin"

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It's impossible to coerce her, she would rather die standing than live on her knees.

But he coaxed Yan...

To be honest, Zhuo Shiran felt she wasn't an exception. She felt that as long as she saw Feng Yan's face and heard his voice, if she wasn't too angry, she could calm down.

Thus, looking at his face, Zhuo Shiran could completely coax him into submission, not feeling the slightest bit wronged.

Sometimes, face blindness can be so shameless.

Just as Zhuo Shiran was about to speak and appease him,

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