Chapter 495 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (30)

Yanrong held the sword and slowly walked towards her direction. I don't know if it was Shen Mubai's illusion, but the dark aura on the other party gradually faded and finally disappeared.

The sword was still stained with the blood of the Fire Beast. If the material hadn't been special enough and surrounded by aura, it would have become scrap metal by now.

Yan Rong stood in front of her, his eyes were extremely deep, and he finally knelt down and said in a deep voice, "Master, the Fire Flame Beast is dead."

Shen Mubai opened his mouth and found that he had no way to ask. Finally he nodded and said, "Very good."

Yanrong lowered his eyebrows and pulled her up. Only then did Shen Mubai realize that she had kept her original movements. He was immediately embarrassed and ashamed. He pretended to stand up with the help of the other party as if nothing had happened and frowned slightly at the face in front of him. Said, "Your face..."

The blood of the Fire Beast was so corrosive that Yanrong's face was completely blackened, revealing the stark white bones and red flesh that turned out, making him look extremely horrified.

The other party paused for a moment, then looked away, took a few steps back involuntarily, turned his face slightly and said in a deep voice, "Master, if you find it annoying, I will put on the mask on my own."

Shen Mubai was in a complicated mood and said, "Master, there is a bottle of muscle growth ointment here." She took it out from the storage bag and waved to him, "Come here."

Yanrong's face was startled, as if she was afraid that the other party would show disgust when seeing her wounds, "Master, my disciple..."

How could Shen Mubai let go of this opportunity to increase his favorability? He pretended to raise his eyebrows and said seriously, "Come here as soon as I ask you to."

Yanrong's tall body took a few steps forward. Shen Mubai subconsciously looked up, and then she became depressed.

She covered her lips and coughed, then said calmly, "I can't reach it."

Yanrong's eyes moved slightly as he stared at the woman in front of him. He felt that somewhere in his heart was so soft that he obediently leaned down slightly.

Shen Mubai applied the muscle-promoting ointment to his wound. It looked fine from a distance, but up close, the flesh and blood were so blurred that it made people feel alarmed, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Yanrong noticed her expression and thought that the other party was disgusted with the wound on her face, so her eyes dimmed slightly and her body shrank a bit.

After all, he was afraid that this person would hate him and abandon him, otherwise he wouldn't have endured the pain and torture just to let the other person look at him one more time.

Shen Mubai noticed his retreat and couldn't help but raise his eyes and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yanrong was slightly stunned, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

Shen Mubai continued, "Just be patient, this muscle growth cream will be fully effective in just a moment, and your face will return to its original appearance in less than two days."

Yanrong said in her heart, "So Master cares about me?"

Shen Mubai applied the muscle-promoting ointment on his wound, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, the blood of this fire beast is not the strongest, otherwise even the muscle-promoting ointment wouldn't work."

As she spoke, she walked towards the fallen Fire Beast.

Yanrong was still recalling the place where her hand touched just now, but he felt that the faint fragrance of the woman's body smelled very good, making him feel absent-minded for a while.

It took a while to finally get the golden elixir of the Fire Flame Beast, and the fur, bones, and blood on the opponent's body would be excellent if sold or refined. Shen Mubai put it into a storage bag. In order not to cause other trouble, she covered up the smell and left the place with Yan Rong.