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"You are me, how could I possibly harm you?" A pink figure, shimmering like a rainbow, was swiftly weaving through the bustling city while carrying a humanoid object on its back.
The movement was as graceful as a dance, seemingly unrelated to combat, resembling a natural ballet.
What was most peculiar was that the adorable object being carried by the Pink Figure looked exactly like her.
However, the expressions and aura of the two were fundamentally different.
In a room filled with the scent of herbal fragrance, Yang Xiaoyou found himself staring at Feng Lin, who was fixated on him. He couldn't help but swallow hard as he held a bubbling purple liquid in his hand.
The strange smell and terrifying color made Yang Xiaoyou question why the cup hadn’t melted away.
Yet, under Feng Lin's intense gaze, he ultimately felt unable to resist. Among the few people he trusted most, Feng Lin was undoubtedly someone he could entrust his life to. She wouldn’t harm him in this aspect; with her solid foundation in pharmacology, it should indeed be beneficial.
With that thought in mind, he pinched his nose and gulped it down in one go.
As soon as the purple tea entered his mouth, an explosive sensation hit him, akin to swallowing a pound of mustard. It continuously stimulated his tear ducts and nasal passages, making it feel as if he could breathe fire at any moment.
Fortunately, due to his unique constitution and strong control, he managed to suppress the overwhelming sensation. An ordinary person might have been overwhelmed by it.
Indeed, he initially intended to consume large amounts of potent medicine without worrying about his body's tolerance.
But even so, this experience still brought tears to his eyes.
However, soon after, he felt the tea spreading warmth within him, causing him to break out in a sweat. A wave of heat surged toward the wound on his arm, seemingly stimulating every cell in his body.
This change surprised Yang Xiaoyou but also filled him with joy. His intention was to maximize the use of his extraordinary constitution in conjunction with medicinal herbs and nutrients to accelerate his recovery.
Under the strange stimulation of the tea, all of Yang Xiaoyou's potential was ignited, reinforcing this point from the side.
That cup of tea was not a true medicine and had no direct healing properties, but it acted as a catalyst. If treatment were to begin immediately, the effects would likely be doubled!
What was originally expected to take half a month could be shortened to just one week!
Although the pain endured might be greater, at that moment, he couldn't care less.
Feeling a surge of excitement, Yang Xiaoyou stood up, seemingly ready to take action while the iron was hot.
However, as soon as he stood, his legs felt weak and he collapsed again, likely due to the side effects brought on by the stimulant acting on his cells.
If it were a harmful poison or something similar, Yang Xiaoyou could still control his detoxification. But this phenomenon was something he welcomed. Instead of expelling it, he allowed it to work in tandem with the effects of the potion, resulting in the current situation.
At that moment, just as Yang Xiaoyou fell to the ground, Feng Lin, who had been kneeling and lost in thought nearby, pushed herself up with one hand and flipped over to sit directly on top of Yang Xiaoyou. She maintained her usual expressionless demeanor as she looked down at him, sitting in a rather sensitive position.
The hem of her Wind Spirit Priestess Outfit had no other clothing beneath it, while Yang Xiaoyou's thin autumn attire consisted of only a single layer.
Feeling a slick sensation and gazing at the ethereal beauty before him, Yang Xiaoyou instinctively reacted. The heat within him surged, amplifying a certain impulse.
As this reaction emerged and pressed against the soft elasticity beneath him, it seemed to spiral into a vicious cycle of deepening stimulation.
This caused Feng Lin, sitting atop him, to tilt her head slightly and glance at Yang Xiaoyou before she seemed to squirm uncomfortably for a moment.
This unintentional movement made Yang Xiaoyou feel as if he might burst from excitement.
The expression of discomfort on Feng Lin's face prompted him to speak up.
"Not allowed?"
His calm yet slightly puzzled words seemed to grant Yang Xiaoyou a sense of reprieve, and she quickly nodded, her wicked thoughts dissipating.
"Promise me one thing."
Feng Lin, who usually listened to Yang Xiaoyou, was acting unusually as he made a request.
"Alright, I already agreed, so I will definitely sign," she replied, a hint of groaning in her voice due to the effects of the potion coursing through her body.
However, upon hearing his words, Feng Lin shook his head and said somewhat dazedly, "The child must have the surname Feng."
This completely unpredictable leap in logic was driving Yang Xiaoyou to the brink of madness. Damn it, this had to be some ridiculous idea proposed by Old Master Feng at some point, and it just happened to surface now.
"Sure, sure, that's absolutely fine." Yang Xiaoyou responded with an unusual eagerness, fully betraying her principles.
"And also, you must come back safely."
Feng Lin's next words left Yang Xiaoyou momentarily stunned. She exchanged a complex glance with him. The last sentence was simple and unadorned—no grand promises or flowery embellishments—but coming from someone like Feng Lin, who rarely expressed his feelings, it warmed Yang Xiaoyou's heart.
The intense heat activated by the potion seemed to fade considerably.
"I promise you, this is our agreement." Compared to the initial enthusiasm, Yang Xiaoyou now pondered for a moment, her tone becoming much more serious.
Upon hearing this response, Feng Lin executed a graceful flip in the air, tracing a beautiful arc before landing at the doorway of the room. She then walked out, leaving Yang Xiaoyou alone.
Although there was nothing else, Yang Xiaoyou understood her meaning. While the effects of the tea still lingered, it would be best to start the medicinal bath now.
After some occasional guidance, she had come to realize that when boys took a bath, girls were not supposed to watch.
"Hey, if it were my wife, I could actually watch," she thought to herself.
After reflecting on this and realizing that her education on common sense had not been very successful, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but chuckle as she slipped into the large wooden tub.
The fire below kept the medicinal soup at a suitable temperature, and the potent, almost corrosive effects of the medicine began to take hold as Yang Xiaoyou fully immersed herself. She felt her body twitch as activated cells started to react vigorously with the thick medicinal liquid.
Her right arm, which had completely lost sensation before, now experienced a burning pain that penetrated deep into her bones.
This sharp pain dulled Yang Xiaoyou's awareness so much that she failed to notice a slight disturbance that had just occurred on the roof.
The mischievous kids were still busy... Unfortunately, they had taken a shortcut on their way here, but a car had broken down on the narrow country road, completely blocking it. The result was an extra detour of over twenty kilometers.
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