Chapter 1433: Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk

Hearing this, not only the young sword spirit fell silent, but the treasure hunter mouse also fell silent. No one wanted to say that word.

Ye Feiran glanced at the jet-black sword, then at the treasure-hunting rat. His eyes fell on Ye Mulin, and he fell silent.

Time passed by minute by second, and half an hour later, Ye Mulin's healing was finally over.

His vitality returned to normal, but he did not wake up and fell directly to the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Feiran walked over and helped him up.

"Mu Lin!"

Ye Feiran quickly checked his physical condition and found that he had just fallen asleep, and he was relieved.

Next, Ye Feiran served Ye Murin attentively, and the emperor who fell asleep perfectly missed Ye Feiran's rare tenderness.

When Ye Feiran settled Ye Murin on the soft couch, half an hour had passed.

The long black sword stood aside and continued to perform its duty of protecting its master, while Ye Feiran and the treasure-hunting rat were sitting nearby munching on the Sky Spirit Fruit.

"Kacha~Kacha~"

Young Sword Spirit: "..."

This man and one mouse are definitely bullying the sword spirit into not being able to eat!

After eating the Tianling Fruit, Ye Feiran finally began to look at the surrounding environment. As for Ye Mulin's matter, we will wait until he wakes up.

Anyway, the heat poison and cold poison in his body are definitely not simple, and why Zilian needs to stay alive... She wants to hear these things from Ye Murin himself.

At the same time, the treasure-hunting mouse has already rushed to the stalactite with the strongest spiritual power. This stalactite is also the largest and brightest in the stalactite cave.

"Zhizhi... Ranran, here, baby!"

Just as Ye Feiran walked over, a drop of milky white lotion dripped from this stalactite.

"Tick tock!"

The next moment, a strong spiritual power spread around.

Depend on!

Ten thousand years of spiritual milk!

This is ten thousand years of spiritual milk!

As we all know, natural spiritual liquid is already very precious, but ten thousand-year spiritual milk is even more precious, because the production of spiritual milk requires the condensation and concentration of natural spiritual liquid for more than ten thousand years.

Looking at the milky white Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk in front of her, the corners of Ye Feiran's lips could not help but rise.

"Gathering the spiritual power of heaven and earth, pregnant with the creatures of the earth, the divine object that gives birth to the universe, and the fruit of the Tao that nourishes the heavens... This ten thousand-year spiritual milk is definitely a treasure that can only be found but cannot be found!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran absorbed the spiritual energy around him without hesitation.

The treasure-hunting rat, which had always been lazy in cultivation, couldn't help but desperately absorb the spiritual energy around it. As for the ten thousand-year spiritual milk in front of it, although it was excited, it had no idea of ​​stealing it.

Others may not know it, but it knows that these ten thousand years of spiritual milk are very useful to its master, so if the master eats meat, it will be satisfied with some soup.

These pure spiritual powers rushed to Ye Feiran's dantian, and then were all absorbed by the four-leaf clover in the dantian, leaving no trace for Ye Feiran.

Ye Feiran: "..."

When did Clover become so greedy?

At the same time, she also understood that Clover was so excited before because of the ten thousand years of spiritual milk here, otherwise he would not let go of the spiritual power emitted by the ten thousand years of spiritual milk.

Tsk, the origin of this tree is indeed the most difficult to cultivate!

However, she just complained, and then continued to absorb the spiritual energy around her.

After a while, except for the surroundings of Wannian Spiritual Milk, all the spiritual power in other places was absorbed by Ye Feiran and the Treasure Hunter.

When Ye Feiran was studying how to pack the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk in front of him, Ye Murin's slightly hoarse voice came over.

"Ran'er!"

"exist!"

Ye Feiran stood up with a face of surprise, then abandoned the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk and ran towards Ye Murin.

"Lord Emperor!" Ye Feiran excitedly rushed towards Ye Mulin who had already sat up.

The corners of Ye Mu Lin's lips curled up slightly, and he let Ye Feiran fall on the soft body naturally. It felt so good to be surrounded by such soft, fragrant and warm jade!

Facing such a weak man, Ye Feiran immediately woke up, struggled to get up from the man's arms, and asked worriedly, "Master Emperor, are you okay?"

Ye Murin smiled and said nothing, but the strength of holding Ye Feiran's hands increased.

So, what else does Ye Feiran not understand? This man did it on purpose!

Ye Feiran glared at Ye Murin with her beautiful eyes and said angrily, "Let go and I'll take your pulse."

Ye Murin didn't dare not let go when he heard the word "pulse", otherwise Ye Feiran would definitely be really angry.

After checking his pulse, Ye Feiran discovered that Ye Mulin's body had recovered to its original state, without any sequelae of the heat, cold, and poison attacks.

"Is this purple lotus so magical?"

Hearing this, Ye Mulin glanced at the dark sword and the treasure-hunting rat with cold eyes.

The jet-black sword and the treasure-hunting rat immediately tried to reduce their presence.

Ye Feiran didn't notice the situation of one person, one mouse and one sword spirit. She raised her eyes and looked directly into Ye Mulin's dark eyes, and asked seriously, "Ye Mulin, hot poison, cold poison, life-sustaining and purple Tell me everything about Lian, otherwise... you'll have to bear the consequences."

After saying that, Ye Feiran crossed his hands across his chest and waited for Ye Murin's next words with a serious expression.

Ye Murin put his hand on his forehead and said slowly, "Ran'er, I'm still a little weak now. Can we talk about this later?"

Ye Feiran: "..."

This guy is blatantly pretending to be pitiful!

"Are you questioning my medical skills?"

"No." Ye Mulin immediately denied.

Ye Feiran stared at Ye Murin for a while, and sighed softly in his heart, "Okay, let's talk about it later."

Just give him time to prepare.

Then, Ye Feiran roughly pulled Ye Murin up, and then put the soft bed back into the mysterious space.

Ye Murin: "..."

Is he angry?

Ye Murin reached out and grabbed Ye Feiran's hand, and whispered, "Ran'er, don't be angry, I will definitely tell you, but now is not the time."

"Okay!" Ye Feiran nodded, "Then let's think about how to pack the ten thousand year spiritual milk now?"

When he came to the front of the ten thousand year spiritual milk, Ye Murin's consciousness moved, and a bottle emitting cold air appeared in his hand.

"This is a bottle made of ten thousand year cold stone, specially used to pack the ten thousand year spiritual milk."

Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes lit up, and then he immediately took the bottle and started to pack the ten thousand year spiritual milk, a total of twenty drops.

After packing, Ye Feiran handed it directly to Ye Murin, "Here!"

Ye Murin's beautiful sword eyebrows raised slightly, as if he didn't understand why Ye Feiran gave it to him.

"Mulin, I know you need the ten thousand year spiritual milk." Ye Feiran smiled, otherwise he wouldn't carry a bottle specially used to pack the ten thousand year spiritual milk with him.

The next moment, Ye Murin reached out and hugged Ye Feiran into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have used twenty drops, and these twenty drops are yours."

"Ah?" Ye Feiran looked up at Ye Murin in confusion.

"The purple lotus absorbed twenty drops of the ten thousand year old spiritual milk, which can suppress the heat and cold poisons in my body for a long time, which means it can extend my life for a long time." Ye Murin explained softly.

His expression was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing.

Seeing this, Ye Feiran suddenly felt distressed again, and reached out to hug Ye Murin tightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How long is a long time?"

Ye Murin did not answer for a long time.

Ye Feiran tightened his hands suddenly and continued to ask, "One year? Five years? Ten years? Or even longer?"