Yueli's eyes flashed with distress: "Sister Zimo, you ......"

In her mind, she couldn't help flashing the picture of Zimo's thin body, stepping on the snowy mountain step by step.

Zi Mo was originally a woman with low spiritual power.

But thinking of her body, he went up to the snowy mountain to collect medicinal herbs for her.

No one would do that.

After all, the weather in the Xuanming Continent is extremely cold.

Even those who cultivate the mystic will feel the chill.

Although Feng Yueli didn't know what the relationship between herself and Zimo in her previous life was.

However, Zi Mo was kind to her, and she was more than just moved.

She has long regarded Zimo as a relative.

Yueli's eyes gradually turned red.

Seeing Yueli's expression, Zi Mo shook her head, she smiled: "It's okay, I was originally a healer, and it's normal to have some calluses on my hands, Li'er, don't worry about me, you still worry about your body, if your body can recover sooner, I can worry less."

Her voice was soft, but clear.

Yueli nodded, and Zi Mo immediately explained a lot of things to Feng Yueli, and she left.

Feng Yueli looked at Zimo's distant back and held the box in her hand tightly.

She watched Zi Mo go away for a long time, and then returned to her courtyard.

At night, the snow had stopped, and Yueli had boiled the potion and sat down at a table.

The fragrance of plum blossoms outside faintly entered Feng Yueli's house.

Yueli was dressed in white, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her face with clear and beautiful facial features was cold.

She leaned against the table with her hands on her forehead.

The door was suddenly opened with spiritual power, and a white-haired old man sat opposite Feng Yueli.

Feng Yueli has long been accustomed to it: "Old man Bo, you come here, don't you want to come to me for a drink again?" I'm not in the mood to drink tonight, so let's go. ”

Bo Cijing heard that Feng Yueli had ordered the eviction of guests, and he couldn't help but say, "Who said that I came to you just to drink?" I'm here to ask you something. ”

With that, he glanced at Feng Yueli's room.

Her room was filled with the faint scent of plum blossoms.

The room is extremely neatly furnished.

But every table was full of boxes of medicinal herbs.

He frowned: "Feng girl, you have been using these medicinal materials these days, are you okay?"

Feng Yueli lowered her eyes slightly: "What do you want to ask me, ask-"

Bo Cijing actually came to talk to Feng Yueli for a while, and there was nothing to ask.

But when he saw Feng Yueli's room, it was full of medicinal herbs.

He couldn't help but worry in his heart.

He said perfunctorily: "I didn't want to ask any questions, I just wanted to ask you, you haven't seen Rong Jingchen for a month, don't you think about him?"

Feng Yueli was a little stunned when she heard him ask, but she said lightly: "I don't want to."

Bo Cijing then said, "If you don't want him, you don't want to, but what about the medicinal materials in your room?" Feng girl, don't let me worry about you, and don't let Rong Jingchen's stinky boy worry about you. ”

Feng Yueli heard Bo Cijing ask about the medicinal herbs, her eyes fell on the potion on her table, and it was already cold.

Her long, white fingers picked up the potion, then went straight around the table and out the door, pouring it over the roots of the plum tree outside the cloister.

Seeing that she didn't answer what he said, Bo Cijing couldn't help but follow: "Feng girl, you haven't answered my words yet!" What you run, run. ”

Feng Yueli frowned slightly: "I didn't run, it's just that the potion is cold and can't be drunk, so it needs to be poured out."