City Raptors Crossing the River

Chapter 87

Inside the stone house.

Feng Han was cooking, and Zuo Qiongxin looked at Feng Han with a faint smile on his face.

The two are like an ordinary couple, repeating ordinary things.

"It smells so good!" Wang Meng interrupted the two people in the room.

Feng Han's hands trembled obviously, and he turned to look at Wang Meng.

At this moment, he was very anxious in his heart, and wanted to rush over to ask Wang Meng about the situation of alchemy.

But he suddenly had an inexplicable worry.

It was only a while before Wang Meng and the two left the stone house.

In such a short period of time, Feng Han didn't think Wang Meng and the others could find any spiritual herbs in Wuyun Mountain.

Could it be that Brother Meng didn't find anything?

Just like that, Feng Han looked at Wang Meng with a complicated expression, and after a few breaths, he didn't say a word.

"Even if I'm handsome, you don't have to keep staring at me, the dishes are all mushy." Wang Meng said lightly.

what……

It was only at this time that Feng Han realized his gaffe, and he really smelled a faint burnt smell.

Zuo Qiongxin smiled from the side.

This smile blooms like a mountain flower, with a natural beauty.

"Concentrate on cooking, I have already prepared a suitable body essence liquid for Miss Zuo," Wang Meng said.

Bang!

Feng Han missed the spatula in his hand and fell to the ground.

The hands holding the knife couldn't even hold the cooking spatula after hearing the news.

"Brother Meng, I..." Feng Han was so excited that he couldn't speak, his eyes were red, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

Wang Meng walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"I can understand your feelings, you don't need to say anything, now you can cook with peace of mind!"

"En!" Feng Han nodded heavily, and he turned to look at Zuo Qiongxin.

A glance, the two of them no longer need any words.

When Feng Han concentrated on cooking, Zuo Qiongxin lowered his head with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

this meal.

Feng Han and Zuo Qiongxin had a lot of fun eating some very common dishes.

Especially Feng Han, he always had a smile on his face.

Perhaps, there are more smiles today than in his past years.

After the meal, Wang Meng asked Feng Han to find a big wooden barrel.

He opened the mouth of the gourd hanging on his waist, and the lake water slowly flowed down.

After a while, the large wooden barrel already contained more than half of the essence essence.

Wang Meng put away the gourd and said:
"In a while, let Miss Zuo soak in a wooden barrel for two hours."

Feng Han didn't speak, but stared straight at the gourd in Wang Meng's hand.

At this moment, Feng Han was going to be stupid.

How can a small gourd pour out so much water?
Wang Meng smiled faintly, knowing that this guy was also shocked by Laojun's gourd.

Perhaps, only Xian'er, an elf girl, would disdain such a treasure.

"Why are you still staring blankly, the medicinal effect of this body spirit night will not be so good after a long time."

"Oh..." Feng Han finally came to his senses and ran out quickly.

There is no need for Wang Meng to worry about the rest of the matter, the body is a long-term process, so naturally Feng Han will accompany Zuo Qiongxin.

Wang Meng walked out of the house, Xian'er still followed him quietly.

There is no Internet in the mountains, and Xian'er cannot play LOL. However, this girl only mentioned it twice and did not show too much disgust.

This made Wang Meng look a little different. It seems that there is still a difference between Xian'er and ordinary Internet addicted teenagers.

"Xian'er, I have a feeling that Laojun taught me the art of alchemy, which may have some deep meaning." Wang Meng said.

"Oh." Xian'er agreed and stopped talking.

Wang Meng only felt that there was a black thread on his head, and he wanted to get some words from Xian'er, but it seemed that he was thinking too much.

This elf girl is really heartless.

The two chatted casually.

Sudden.

"Brother Meng, come in and take a look, something is wrong with Xin'er..." Feng Han hurried out.

Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat.

What can happen to the body?

The three came to Zuo Qiongxin's room.

At this moment, Zuo Qiongxin was seen sitting in a huge wooden barrel, with only one head exposed.

Her face was full of pain, and bean-sized sweat flowed down her thin cheeks into the barrel.

This……

Wang Meng's expression changed.

Zuo Qiongxin's current reaction is definitely not what Cuitti should have.

"Ah..." Zuo Qiongxin seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and groaned in pain.

"Xin'er, what's wrong with you?" Feng Han was heartbroken and ran over to hold Zuo Qiongxin's hand.

"Han... I... I'm fine, maybe... I'll be fine in a while." Zuo Qiongxin seemed to expend a lot of energy every time he said a word.

Feng Han turned his head and asked eagerly:
"Brother Meng, is it...that your body essence liquid...is not right?"

Feng Han was definitely not doubting Wang Meng, but was worried that Zuo Qiongxin's body would not be able to withstand this situation because the medicinal effect of the spiritual liquid was too strong.

Wang Meng waved his hand and said:

"This kind of essence liquid is as warm and moist as jade, and anyone with a weak constitution should be able to bear it later. Miss Zuo's situation is too abnormal."

"Then what should we do now? How about taking her out first, I'm worried that something will happen after a long time!" Feng Han's voice was choked up.

Wang Meng looked at Zuo Qiongxin intently, and a touch of gold flashed in his eyes unknowingly.

Suddenly, Wang Meng's expression froze.

He clearly saw a faint black air above Zuo Qiongxin's head.

What is this?
"Did you see the black air on Miss Zuo's head?" Wang Meng asked.

"Black air, what black air..." Feng Han said eagerly.

Xian'er also shook her head, indicating that she didn't see anything either.

Suddenly, Wang Meng clearly saw the black air above Zuo Qiongxin's head actually condensed into a monster.

The monster opened its huge mouth, as if it was about to pounce on Wang at any moment.

Wang Meng was shocked, and unconsciously took two steps back.

"Feng Han, take Miss Zuo out first, I have something to ask her." Wang Meng said.

Feng Han hummed and stepped forward to take Zuo Qiongxin out of the barrel.

After a few breaths, the pained expression on Zuo Qiongxin's face slowly receded.

In Wang Meng's eyes, the phantom of the monster transformed from black gas slowly turned into wisps of black gas and submerged into Zuo Qiongxin's body.

Wang Meng thought to himself: It seems that Miss Zuo must have some secret.

After a while, Zuo Qiongxin regained her strength, and she glanced at Wang Meng with a little dodge in her eyes.

Immediately, she turned her head to look at Feng Han:

"Han, I'm afraid there's no way to cure my disease. It's better not to trouble your friends anymore."

Hearing this, Feng Han held Zuo Qiongxin's hand tightly, and said in a choked tone:
"You're talking nonsense, brother Meng has many ways to cure your illness, don't worry."

Zuo Qiongxin hesitated to speak, but finally he could only sigh.

Wang Meng saw everything in his eyes, already had some guesses in his heart, and said:

"Miss Zuo is probably ill!"

Zuo Qiongxin obviously changed his expression, but Feng Han was taken aback, turned his head and asked:

"Brother Meng, what did you mean by that sentence just now? Did you find anything?"

Wang Meng did not answer Feng Han, but looked at Zuo Qiongxin, and said lightly:

"I'm afraid only Miss Zuo knows best!"

(End of this chapter)