Chapter 142

Gong Zhengyu found for the first time that he was so unpopular, and that the other side's unhappiness to him had no cover.

But

The other side is a national teacher.

Gong Zhengyu could only smile obediently and said obediently, "I will follow the order of the national teacher and start tomorrow."

Listen to this, the Star Tower just contentedly looked away, that pair of eyes, fell on the body of monsoon smoke again.

“……” The monsoon smoke is speechless. If she is not clear about the color of her shell, she really thinks that the national teacher is interested in her.

When the monsoon smoke thought that some of them were not available, the Star Tower suddenly extended its hand. In the dazed sight of the people, it suddenly pulled up the injured claw of the monsoon smoke. Before the monsoon smoke came back to God, he had taken out a bottle of medicine from his waist, opened the cover with one finger, and slowly poured the pale blue medicine on the wound of the monsoon smoke.

The monsoon smoke subconsciously wants to draw back the claws. As a result, when the medicine touches the wound, there are still some stinging wounds, but they are suddenly covered by a touch of coolness. The not deep mouth heals a little under the moistening of the blue medicine, and soon the wound grows a layer of pink tender meat.

A delicate fragrance also came out with the medicine.

When Gong Zhengyu, who was silent, smelled the fragrance, he couldn't help but flash a surprise. Others may not recognize the medicine, but he was very clear.

It's a grand master's medicine. Even in their caravan, they never brought such precious medicine out this time.

Looking at the whole empire, there is only one master of potions, and he is very old, and the number of potions refined every day is extremely rare, which can be directly provided to his majesty and his master. Even the eldest princess is not qualified to enjoy them.

But

Star Tower is so easy to use the grand master's medicine on the small wound of monsoon smoke.

It's not a butcher's knife for chickens, it's a butcher's knife for dragons!

After seeing the wound on monsoon smoke's hand healed, Xing Lou let go of her little claw. Most of the remaining bottles of medicine didn't mean to be taken back, but they were directly put into monsoon smoke's hand.

"National Teacher" Monsoon smoke filled question mark.

"I have something else to do." Startower stares at the monsoon smoke, then takes Xuanwei away from it.

In the whole process, the monsoon smoke is in a state of cloud and fog.

And national teachers What on earth is it for?

When we arrived at the Star Tower, the monsoon smoke still took half of the bottle of medicine, puzzled.

But

Linghe and other people look at her, and they have gone from worship to fanaticism!

They thought that their young lady was tough enough in ordinary times. Unexpectedly, they still had a friendship with the national teacher. This national teacher, whom others can't see in their whole life, not only made an appearance for their young lady, but also sent a bottle of medicine that looks like a cow!

What a love!

If it wasn't for the young age of monsoon smoke, they would have doubted the attitude of Xinglou towards monsoon smoke. Whether Xinglou had made a private decision with their young lady for life.

"Brother Ling." The monsoon smoke suddenly opened.

Ling crane's butt bumps up.

"What can I do for you, miss?"

"With the potion, give it to Zuo Nuo and they will use it. It's very good." Monsoon smoke put the bottle of medicine into Ling He's hand at will.