Chapter 477 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (12)

More than half a month passed like this. During this period, several prescriptions were changed in succession, and the medicinal properties became more and more intense. Shen Mubai could only observe the look on Yanrong's face to judge whether he could bear it.

However, the other party's temperament was calm and forbearing enough that she really couldn't see anything.

After changing the recipe, she looked at the hot medicinal bath and said to Yan Rong, "This recipe is three or four times stronger than before. Do you think you can bear it?"

The previous prescriptions are not all as mild as the first one. Every time you change one, the pain on your body will increase. Yanrong lowered his eyes and looked at the black medicinal bath, and said solemnly, "You can give it a try."

Shen Mubai was a little happy after hearing this. Could she think that the male protagonist also had hope in his heart to restore his spiritual roots?

The banquet soon sank into the wooden barrel filled with medicinal bath. The black water stains spread over his lower abdomen and chest. The dense water vapor made the hanging black hair cling to his cheeks. The sharp knife-like The lip line slightly pursed into an imperceptible arc.

But Shen Mubai noticed it, and she quickly asked, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

The skin on the body seemed to be roasted by fire, and it spread to the whole body along the nerves. Yanrong frowned slightly. When he heard those cold words that contained concern, his eyes trembled, and then he looked up and said in a calm tone, "It's still bearable."

Although Shen Mubai didn't know how strong this medicine was, it must be very painful to make Yanrong's face change. But there was nothing she could do. After all, this medicated bath had to be endured by the mortal body in order for the effect to be maximized.

If you want to repair your spiritual roots, this step is essential. No matter how painful it is, you have to endure it.

It's just that this stay lasted three hours. Shen Mubai still didn't feel comfortable letting Yan Rong stay alone in this bamboo house. However, there were still ten days before the human limit was reached, so he simply started meditating aside.

When he noticed Yanrong's eyes falling on her, Shen Mubai said coldly without raising his eyelids, "Don't be distracted."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yanrong's eyes turned back.

Shen Mubai quickly breathed a sigh of relief. This body used to treat the male protagonist like this. Suddenly it not only had to help him repair his spiritual roots and cultivation, but it would also make anyone suspicious.

But she had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry on.

This recipe was soaked for three days in total. When Shen Mubai came over with food, he asked Yanrong to stand up from the medicinal bath.

The other party didn't show any pretense and just did as he was told. With a splash of water, his finely decorated upper body was revealed. Water droplets rolled down from the bronze skin, and finally disappeared into that indescribable place.

Although she had seen it many times, Shen Mubai still couldn't look as calm as a cultivator. She subconsciously averted her gaze, but put on a cold and serious expression on her face, "I want to check the inner part of your Dantian for you." Case."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to cover it, feeling the situation inside.

With warm and soft little hands covering her body, Yan Rong stared at the person in front of her with a deep look, no expression on her face.

Shen Mubai's attention was now focused on the opponent's dantian. It was like withered grass and trees, unable to produce any spiritual energy, but it was much better than the extremely damaged appearance at the beginning.