Chapter 1161 Snowy Silk

Immediately afterwards, Mu Xiaocheng glanced at Su Ye quietly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and then she turned to look at Su Bufan, and said with a certain expression.

"Well, Uncle Su, I agree!"

The voice was very soft, and there was an indescribable shyness in the words.

Hearing Mu Xiaocheng's sudden agreement, Su Bufan said very cheerfully.

"Haha, very good!! To be honest, my son's character is still very good."

At this time, Mu Xiaozi looked at Mu Xiaocheng with a complicated look, and then at Su Ye, Wenren Wushuang and the two women, and Huang Feifei couldn't help but sighed, but didn't say any more. what.

It's the default.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ye seemed to want to say something, but Su Bufan directly pointed to the herbal medicine on the ground and said directly.

"Okay, then it's not too late, let's detoxify first!"

As he said that, he took out a white thread directly from his pocket, held one end in one hand, and immediately said to Su Ye.

"Son, come, tie this end to Mu Xiaocheng's left foot."

Seeing that Su Ye was still stunned, Su Bufan said another sentence.

"Su Ye, be quick!"

Only then did Su Ye come back to his senses. He glanced at Su Bufan and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Then, according to Su Bufan's instructions, he took a white thread from his hand and walked towards Mu Xiaocheng. .

At this time, Wen Ren Wushuang's eyes were firmly placed on the white line, and his expression was thoughtful.

After a while, Wen Ren Wushuang seemed to have thought of something, and he couldn't help but whisper in shock.

"Snowy Heavenly Silk!"

Hearing Wen Ren Wushuang's sudden exclamation, Ye Wan'er and the others looked at her immediately.

Su Ye didn't care and smiled, obviously he knew that this white thread was made of snowy silk.

As for Su Bufan's expression, there was no turbulence at all. After all, this white thread was made by him.

Silk in the Snowland!

Just hearing the name makes it feel like something lofty, even Ye Wan'er couldn't help but ask Wen Ren Wushuang in a low voice.

"Xueyu Tiantian silk? What is that?"

Wen Ren Wushuang took a deep breath and explained slowly.

"Let's talk about celestial silk first, it's a very top-notch item, a strand of millions! Among them, this strand refers to the thickness of the hair, and the length is no more than ten centimeters. It's that big, and it's still priceless."

"However, the celestial silk is the best of the celestial silks. I heard that water and fire do not invade, and the toughness is the best among the materials known so far. It can be worn for a long time and can consolidate the soul. Of course, the role of the celestial silk in the snow. , I couldn't explain it clearly for a while. However, my family has an ancient book with nearly a hundred pages, which records in detail the role of the silk in the snow."

"As far as money is concerned, a wisp of ten million is worthless!"

While speaking, Wen Ren Wushuang's gaze couldn't help but fall on the white line again. The two or three meters of white line, the thickness of chopsticks, was already made of how many strands of celestial silk, and its value was already It can't be measured in money.

In the whole world, I am afraid that only a character like Su Tianwang can take it out.

After listening to Wenren Wushuang's popular science, Ye Waner's eyes widened involuntarily, and she immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Xueyutiantian silk, so precious!"

If it is true according to Wen Ren Wushuang's statement, Ye Wan'er estimates that the white thread made of celestial silk in Su Bufan's hand can already buy any of the four major families!

At the same time, Ye Waner and the others who were present had a further understanding of Su Bufan in their hearts.

As expected of Su Tianwang!

Su Bufan also smiled faintly at this time.

"Little girl from the Ye family, you're right, but the effect of this white thread on me is only to detoxify me. The silk of the snowy land is an item that can restrain thousands of poisonous insects and poisonous weeds."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Bufan saw that Su Ye had tied the other end of the white thread to Mu Xiaocheng's feet, and then exerted a little force.

A faint cyan mist suddenly appeared from Su Bufan's fingertips, and then slowly walked towards Mu Xiaocheng along the white line.

Under the gazes of everyone, when the cyan mist was about to approach Mu Xiaocheng's slender and thin ankle, it suddenly turned into a transparent creature in the shape of a small green dragon, and then instantly disappeared into Mu Xiaocheng's ankle.

Before everyone could observe Mu Xiaocheng's current situation, Su Bufan immediately instructed Su Ye to untie the white thread and tie it to Mu Xiaocheng's other foot.

Su Ye did as he did, and then Su Bufan repeated the same trick.

Before and after, a total of a minute or two.

After Su Bufan put the white thread made of snowy heaven silk back into his pocket, Mu Xiaozi couldn't wait to look at Mu Xiaocheng, and immediately asked with concern.

"Little Orange, how are you feeling now?"

Everyone in Su Ye immediately turned their attention to Mu Xiaocheng.

Mu Xiaocheng didn't answer immediately for a while, but closed her eyes and felt it for a while, and then said with a puzzled expression.

"It seems a little itchy?"

Mu Xiaozi was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Mu Xiaocheng to answer like this, but he asked a question subconsciously.

"Little Orange, where do you feel itching?"

Mu Xiaocheng felt it carefully, and then said softly in uncertain words.

"It seems... the ankle is a little itchy?"

Since Mu Xiaocheng got into a wheelchair, her legs haven't felt the slightest for more than ten years. Her ankles are a little itchy now, which makes her feel very strange!

On the other hand, Mu Xiaozi's expression suddenly became excited, and his words became somewhat unfavorable for a while because of the excitement.

"Xiaocheng, your... your legs are conscious!"

Mu Xiaocheng's eyes widened and she looked down at her legs. The itching feeling became clearer and clearer, and then she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Yes! My legs are feeling!"

Saying that, Mu Xiaocheng just supported the wheelchair with both hands and wanted to stand up.

However, it was immediately stopped by Su Bufan.

"You are still sitting quietly in the wheelchair and don't move. This is just using some means to restore some sense of your legs. Now that drop of waste poison still stays in your body!"

After speaking, Su Ye turned to look at Su Ye and said.

"Son, take out all the herbs in the snakeskin pocket, boil it in one pot, and cook it for an hour and a half! Then give her the potion."

Su Ye immediately picked up the snakeskin pocket, glanced at the herbs inside, and then asked a question casually.

"Dad, cook with a rice cooker?"

Su Bufan.

"Well, a rice cooker will do too!"