Chapter 1567: Fu Yan

Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound in his ear.
Then came the sound step by step.
"My son, a dead man!"
"Chiji..."
"Carry it in."
And his last consciousness was carried in that sentence, and there was also the feeling of heavy rain everywhere, hitting him from time to time.
The smell of benzoin ignited in the house, and the scent of benzoin was also followed. This scent was very light, almost inaudible, and there was almost no smell?
Xiao An added a few flavors of incense to the incense burner, and he couldn't help but looked at the man again. His prince was so powerful that he could not only heal, but also make spices.
Look at how well this benzoin is made. He really feels that it smells much better than the spices sold outside. No, it smells too much.
The spice made by their son has a special taste, very weak, but also elegant, just like the son, he really feels now.
They can't be poor, even if the silver on the son's body is exhausted, even if the beads on the little fox's neck are pulled off one by one by them.
It doesn't matter. It's not that they still have a good craftsmanship, and they can make some spices and sell them, which can also make a lot of money.
He had heard that there was a first-class incense, but it was famous in Da Zhou. The spices there were sold for thousands of dollars, and it could be said that they could collect all the wealth of the world.
If his prince made spices, he would not earn less money than his first-grade fragrance.
But when Xiao An left, he didn't notice that the fingers of the man lying inside also moved.
Apart from the sound of one person's breathing in the room, there was only the smell of benzoin that came slowly.
Until the collapsing person suddenly opened his eyes, then Yan met a pair of round eyes and a lion face, and then the lion's head was tilted, and then stretched out his tongue and licked him. Just let him cover his face.
Taotao come here.
The sudden sound also made him wake up. He put his hand on his chest, and he could feel the pain in his chest, but he felt the sound of his heart beating to glue his blood. Flow, and those temperatures on the body.
He touched his face.
He is still alive.
"Don't worry, you are alive."
It's this sound again.
The black-clothed man on the collapsed suddenly turned his head, his sharp black eyes also looked forward.
At this moment, I saw a plain-clothed man sitting at the table, and a pure white lion was lying on his feet. The lion was very clean, and he was holding his legs to play away, and his tail was also Shaking from time to time.
"what's your name?"
The plain-clothed man asked quietly, then he lifted his face and saw a face that was almost stunning, such as Qingyue Jiaojiao, Luzhu Yiyi, Luzhu Qingqing, although he was still young, but this face He is already like a fairy in a painting, a real male and female face, but no one regards him as a woman. In addition to his extremely tall stature, it is definitely not in his words and deeds. There is half the powdery gas.
"Fu Yan."
The man in black said his name, then put his hand on his chest.
"Did you save me?" He sat up, and he just glanced at the looks of the man in front of him. The beauty and ugliness of the man in front of him are the same to others.
No matter how beautiful or ugly, there is only one person, one life, one man.
"My name is Luo Yuyi."
"Woo..." Little White Lion stood up, and put his head on the owner's lap.
"It's called Taotao, it really likes you."
The little white lion was happily hugged his master's leg again, and then ran over with a whirr, put his two front paws on the bed, and wiped Fu Yan's face with saliva.
Then it ran back to the owner from Pidianpidian, causing Fu Yan's entire face to sink.
He put his hand on his chest down, and then clenched it firmly.
There is nothing in return for life-saving grace.
"My medicine is expensive."
Lao Yuyi took the needle on one side, and also picked up Deng Xin. The so-called life-saving medicine is really not that easy to get. Moreover, it takes a certain amount of luck to save a person.
For example, he is sick, he happens to be, he is sick, he happens to have medicine.
Of course, in Luo Yuyi's opinion, human life is more valuable than medicine. The reason why this is a life-saving medicine is only because it can save people's lives. If not, what are these medicines used for?
The medicinal effect of the medicine that Master Mo Fei sent back then was actually a lot less than when it was at the beginning. However, although there is no resurrection to life, it is still possible to bring back the half-life.
This time he went to the snow-capped mountains. In fact, besides sending the little fox home to find his mother, he also had one more thing, that is, he wanted to try out whether he could find some medicines of a thousand years, such as ginseng and snow lotus. After all, the snow-capped mountains are still very big. Maybe he would really find something, he wanted to make some medicine for backup.
There are too many people in the family. To tell the truth, if they do less, they feel that they are not divided enough. Not to mention those cousins ​​of the same generation, just his little nephews, he doesn't know what to give away?
The younger sister gave money, but he was afraid that he could only give some medicine.
"You should rest first." He stood up and walked out. The little white lion also stood up, shaking the white hair on his body, and obediently following his master.
Fu Yan put his hand on his chest again, and he seemed to have met a very strange person, of course, there was a strange lion.
Once again, he heard the door knock, and then sat up, habitually holding on to the sword on one side, the door outside opened, and then a little white lion walked in, the little white lion still holding his mouth. Holding a small basket, after putting the small basket down, this is going out again.
Fu Yan put down his sword. This was the only way to lift the basket. There were some medicines in the basket and a piece of paper. The handwriting on the paper was very good, unique and elegant.
White bottle for foreign matter, black bottle for oral administration, once a day.
Fu Yan took the black bottle, poured a medicine out of it, and then stuffed it into his own mouth. Of course, he never doubted whether these were poisons. That person was not as boring as that, so he did everything possible to save it. He, in the end, was to poison him to death.
After taking the medicine, he breathed out again. This was when he untied the clothes on his chest. He saw that his chest had been stitched up. If it was an ordinary doctor, he saw that his chest was broken. The big hole will only say one thing, this person is helpless.
It just didn't happen that he, who was helpless, was still alive now.
He poured the medicine on his wound. As soon as the medicine touched the wound, he thought it was painful, but strangely it didn't. There was only a slight coolness, but there was no birth pain at all.