The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

[Hurry up and make full attendance, I will replace you tomorrow morning! 】

[Hurry up and make full attendance, I will replace you tomorrow morning! 】

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Luo Liyan looked at Xiaotuanzi who refused to give in no matter what. She could only pretend to take something out of the Qiankun bag and put a jade porcelain bottle containing spiritual dew in the palm of her hand.

"This is the elixir your master gave me. It can quickly cure all injuries and poisons. The effect should be similar to the elixir you gave me. Drinking a small bottle of this should be able to heal my current injuries."

Di Yuhao took the spirit dew, opened it and smelled it, his eyes suddenly opened wider, and then he smelled it again in disbelief, "Master, since you have this, why didn't you take it earlier? How much more should it have? I can at least help you improve your cultivation."

Although he didn't make it clear, Luo Liyan knew that he meant that this spiritual dew could somewhat improve her lack of talent.

Luo Liyan wanted to say that she had forgotten.

In fact, she really forgot.

Although she was preoccupied with opening the Golden Finger, she was deeply influenced by the novels about cultivating immortals. What she could think about every day was finding some ancient artifact, or some top-quality fairy grass guarded by ferocious beasts. For a moment, she had I completely forgot about Linglu.

But she couldn't tell the little dumpling in front of her directly. He had too many things on his mind, and such an excuse was too flawed.

After all, if it was really given by the master of the original owner, how could he not know the function of this thing.

So she still had to find a solid reason.

"I can't bear to part with it. You should know that this spiritual dew is very expensive, and I don't have much. If I don't drink it and can't improve my immortality, wouldn't it be worth the loss? It's better to treat it as an elixir to bring the dead back to life. This is the least that can be done. If you are sure, it will not be wasted." Luo Liyan said very steadily.

Although she was a little forward-thinking, Di Yuhao thought about it and felt that it was understandable that she would think so.

Her talent was insufficient, and she had a senior brother who was eyeing her. It was difficult to get more life-saving things, so what the master left for her was extremely precious and could not be wasted.

"Yes, but the effect of this spiritual dew is much stronger than my elixir. The master can recover immediately after just two sips." Di Yuhao was also afraid that Luo Liyan would not be able to control it, so he gave special instructions.

He was sure that he needed this spiritual dew.

Just three drops of this spiritual dew can replace several kinds of immortal grass that are difficult to obtain.

When he gathers other ordinary fairy herbs, he can make elixirs for his master. With the secret recipe left by their Geng family from ancient times, he will definitely be able to improve his master's lack of talent.

Luo Liyan followed Di Yuhao's instructions and took two sips. She felt her heart was burning fiercely. She gritted her teeth and endured it. After a few seconds, the strange feeling passed. She took a deep breath and found that her body had indeed changed. Okay, it seems like I wasn’t hurt at all.

Di Yuhao took her pulse again, and after confirming that there was really no injury left on her body, he finally felt completely relieved.

Because Di Yuhao did not allow others to touch Luo Liyan, and he himself was almost nine years old, men and women were different, and now he was being stared at by people from the Nanyang Palace, so Luo Liyan's clothes that were stained with holes had not been changed.

Now that she is awake and in good health, she naturally needs to change into clean clothes.

And although the injury was healed, the pain from the injury still made her feel uncomfortable all over, so she asked a servant to get a bucket of hot water and soak the whole nest in it.

The comfortable feeling made her want to squint her eyes and hum a tune.