Hearing this, Zhao Wuji, who stood nearby, could not help coughing softly. He glanced at the two and said mildly:
"I say, you two should watch yourselves. When you're feeding everyone dog food with your lovey-dovey antics, check whether anyone's around. Doesn't your conscience bother you, hurting other people like this?"
Flender, who had almost burst out laughing, chuckled, then took Erlong by the arm and left.
Meanwhile, in Dugu Bo's medicinal garden.
Ye Xingchen sat in a chair with a calm expression, his legs crossed.
He glanced at Tang San, who was laboriously digging up medicinal herbs, and smiled faintly.
Then he took out the nine-rank purple ganoderma and aromatic silk beauty and looked them over.
He thought that with these two things, he could finally resolve Rongrong's martial soul problem.
As for the nine-rank purple ganoderma, Ye Xingchen was considering whether to auction it off.
After all, this was the medicinal herb meant for Grandmaster's martial soul. He absolutely did not want to give it to that man!
"How is it going? I've already let you stay here for a day. Have you still not produced any definite results? If you have no results, I'll consider you to be deceiving me!"
Just then, a sound came from behind him, and Dugu Bo quietly appeared at Ye Xingchen's back.
With his hands behind his back, he glanced at Tang San digging up herbs in the distance and asked mildly.
"What are you panicking for? Here, this is the medicine to treat your poison. Take three pills every day, then use the power inside your body to force the toxins out of your soul bone!"
"Repeat that for a year or two, and your whole body will no longer ache whenever it rains. Isn't that a good thing for