"Miss, you're awake, it's time to take medicine." The apricot-colored maid saw that Wen Renya had woken up, and a sweet smile appeared on her chubby little face.

Medicine?

Wen Renya's heart paused slightly, and her eyes looked at the bowl of black medicine that she couldn't tell what it was, but when she smelled it, she had already identified what ingredients were in it.

The perverted physique of the Nighthawk is no longer there, but what I learned and mastered at that time is still remembered clearly.

One of the five senses, which are more sensitive than animals, is one of them.

Quietly sat up, and in the slightly surprised eyes of the maid, he took the medicine in her hand, took a sip and frowned.

It's so unpleasant.

This is what medicine tastes like?

She had never been sick and this was the first time she had tasted medicine.

It's bitter and smells fishy.

"Miss, the wound will be better after drinking the medicine, if it is too bitter, there is candied fruit here, you can take one later."

Wen Renya drank the medicine without saying a word, and she had endured the pain of self-explosion, what is such suffering.

But the maid stuffed a candied fruit in her mouth, sweet, but not the taste she liked, too sweet, it didn't belong to her at all.

Now she is not qualified to be squeamish.

"Miss, Huan'er is at the door, if you need anything, you call the slave maid ......" Xu is she felt that Wen Renya had been dumb without speaking, and added: "Or make some movement, and the slave and maid will come in." ”

Wen Renya looked at her silently and nodded, closed her eyes and stopped talking.

In Wen Renya's memory, this is a continent called Fengding, which is respected by martial arts.

What is followed here is the most basic law of human survival, the winner is king, only the strong have the capital to survive, and the weak can only be bullied and trampled on.

Among them, there are simple martial arts practitioners, and there are also summoners who can make a contract with Warcraft and exist as pets. There is also an alchemist who is not very strong, but it is the most difficult to practice and requires too many conditions.

The alchemist's elixir was not such a black bowl, but in the form of granules, and although he had never eaten it, he knew that it was not so unpalatable.

In families with conditions, the heirs will enter various spiritual training from the age of four or five, even if they have no talent, as long as they have money, they can still take the elixir to nourish them the day after tomorrow.

Therefore, everyone on this continent practices martial arts, and 99 percent of them have a skill.

Wen Renya, it is this one percent.

If it weren't for the marriage five years ago, I'm afraid that the Xiao family would not tolerate her living until now, let alone ask her a teacher to let her learn to cultivate.

Until this moment, Wen Renya didn't understand what kind of reason would make these people so close to an orphan girl who was powerless, and □□ in every way.

I don't know if it's because of the medicine or because my body is too weak, Wen Renya actually fell asleep quickly.

And so on, take medicine, sleep.

Half a month later, her wound had already scarred, and she had already begun to exercise her body, which was too fragile than before, when no one was around.

After a month, for the first time in this room, there was no one else in this room, except for Huan'er.

And that person was the masked man whose body was like a ghost that could not be touched.

Wen Renya looked at the man who entered the door defensively, he had suffered in his hands, he was very strong.

"Why don't you still refuse to speak, you won't really become dumb."