Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 215 - 216

Yuan Chunyu heard footsteps coming from behind, and continued to look at the ointment jar in his hand without looking back, "Where did you buy this thing? There should be a lot of aphrodisiac drugs in it."

When Chang Sandu heard that there was aphrodisiac in the ointment, the back of his ears turned red.

He thought that when he bought it, he didn't even pay attention to what the clerk said. He just vaguely knew that it was a new and improved formula of that store.

Reminiscent of last night, was the person who used the ointment affected by the medicine inside, so he treated him...

"What are you thinking?" Yuan Chunyu put down the ointment in his hand, threw it into the storage bag, untied the loose belt, and motioned for the other party to change the medicine on his arm. Inexplicably blushing, a little curious about what he was thinking at the moment.

"That medicine, I don't know..." If I knew it, he should have listened to the guy.

"If you knew, you wouldn't buy it?"

Yuan Chunyu's question made the sword cultivator in front of him stop even when he was dealing with the wound.

The brain repeatedly circled between buying or not buying.

After struggling for half a day, I gradually organized the vocabulary, "Next time I will ask clearly."

When encountering this kind of thing, it seems that you can't buy it blindly.

Yuan Chunyu sat by the bed and glanced at the wound that had been cleaned up again. The handkerchief that depicted the decontamination formation was also taken off and washed with clean water, and then used spiritual power to expel the water vapor, and the bandage was restored as new. at the wound.

He put on his clothes again, and from his clothes and appearance, he was that Senior Brother Yuan who everyone in Baisemen was familiar with.

"You dirty the room, remember to clean it up before leaving."

He passed by the table, took the pot of cold tea and went out.

Chang Sandu stood obediently behind the door, and walked towards the somewhat messy bed after the people left.

Holding the soiled bedding and sheets, he looked up and looked around, not knowing where to remove these things.

After much deliberation, he put all these things into his storage bracelet, rummaged through his storage bracelet for half a day, and took out the bedding that he usually carried with him when he went out.

The dark blue quilt doesn't have any patterns, and it's a little thinly spread on this bed.

Chang Sandu smoothed out the creases on it, and went to clean the clothes that were changed last night in the bathroom one by one.

Before leaving, he wiped clean the tables and stools in the room, and cleaned the ground spotlessly.

When the person who had done all this stood at the door of the restored room, he didn't know what to do next.

When the white figure over there came back with the teapot in his hand, he caught a glimpse of the sword cultivator standing like a pillar at the door of the room, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Why are you still here? I'm afraid the disciples of Wan Jianzong are all here now." I'm looking for you."

Chang Sandu looked down at the uppers of his shoes. Usually, people who don't like to deal with people like to be alone and not have to think about how to communicate with others.

But at this moment, for the first time, he was a little dissatisfied with his behavior, which would cause him to want to say something to the other party, but he couldn't think of a word.