"Is this really OK?" The Demon King was really afraid.

"Why can't it be? It's so comfortable. If you don't believe it, try it."

"How long will it take to soak?"

"If you want to restore your cultivation, you have to spend at least seven days."

Lin Fan smiled embarrassedly, who knows if it will work?

Thinking that the longer you soak, the better the effect should be, and the greater the chance of the Demon King recovering his cultivation.

Seven days?

The Demon Emperor sweated violently, and this medicinal wine was so fierce.

Not to mention seven days, I'm afraid it will be dead in minutes.

But Lin Fan said that he dared not to follow the rules, and the Demon King could only bite the bullet and go on.

Unable to help, he took off his armor and exposed his extremely explosive muscles, as well as the thick hair that was almost knotted.

So sturdy! So thick! So inferior!

Lin Fan was deeply hit and couldn't bear to look at him.

The Demon King was huge in size, half-squatting and stuck in the bathtub, and the medicinal wine was spilled out.

Don't feel it?

The Demon Emperor was stunned. Did Fatong deliberately scare him?

Not so, Fatong has always been quite serious.

"Demon King, how do you feel?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"Feel…"

The Demon King was talking, suddenly his whole body was like a needle prick, and a severe pain stimulating his nerves.

pain!

The severe pain like the biting of thousands of ants!

"ah!"

The demon emperor screamed and subconsciously wanted to jump out.

Tragically, the Demon Emperor's thick body was actually stuck in the bathtub.

In addition, the Demon Emperor himself lost all his cultivation, and under the severe neuralgia, the Demon Emperor could not get his body out.

Is this medicinal wine?

Why does it feel like it’s putting a pan of oil? It’s so fatal!

"Demon King, are you okay?" Lin Fan was stunned.

Can it be fine?

The Demon King wanted to cry without tears, and originally wanted to beg for mercy and give up.

But under the stimulation of the severe pain, a trace of powerful and strange magic energy gradually penetrated through the pores of the body.

The originally sluggish essence, qi and blood have become active again.

"this…"

The Demon Emperor was shocked. Could this medicinal wine be really effective?

Tolerate!

Must bear it!

As long as you can restore your cultivation, you have to endure even the greatest pain.

Moreover, the Demon King also realized that the medicinal wine was extraordinary. If Lin Fan’s medicinal wine was ruined, the consequences would be even more serious.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"It's really okay?"

"It's really okay! Thank you for your concern!"

"You're welcome."

Lin Fan smiled awkwardly.

Looking at the demon emperor with pale face, sweaty and a painful expression in front of him, is this really okay?

really!

The Demon Emperor was in a state of great pain and couldn't help but scream.

I don't know, but I thought it was a pig.

sweat!

Lin Fan was speechless. It was hard for the Demon King to be born strong. He just made a medicinal wine, and he was so heart-wrenching.

Just taking a bath, will it hurt?

"Demon King, if you really don't adapt, don't make things difficult for yourself."

"No, absolutely not."

The Demon King endured the pain, thinking that Lin Fan was testing himself and was holding on.

Moreover, the Demon King also understood that he had lost all his cultivation. If he wanted to restore his cultivation, how could he not pay a price?

So even if you die, the Demon King has to endure it.

If it fails, the Demon King will be completely deposed, and it would be better to die.

"Okay, if you have any questions, you will call me. I think Lao Tong is drunk so much, so I will help him to the guest room for a rest." Lin Fan helped to carry the muddy Dharma Tong.

A demon king and a high priest, but he is like a weak chicken.

Lin Fan really doubted that they were not liars, right?

Or, it was just to cause trouble for yourself.

Outside the hut, Bai Xue heard the screams like a pig slaughtering from the bathroom.

"Is this the Demon Emperor? Is this a bath? Does the Demon Emperor have any special hobbies?" Bai Xue shivered.

"Xiaoxue, why are you still kneeling? Get up quickly." Lin Fan came in shock.

"Sir, Lord Demon King..."

"I'm taking a bath."

"Where is the priest?"

"I can't bear to drink, so I drank two sips of medicinal wine, and I fell down." Lin Fan shook his head and shrugged, showing helplessness.

Can't bear drinking power?

Bai Xue was shocked. What kind of medicinal wine could ruin the powerful man from the Tribulation Realm? He even made the Demon King live to death?

Could it be that Fatong and the others who accidentally offended Lin Fan and were punished?

"It seems that I have to serve my husband more seriously and carefully in the future, otherwise I will be the one who suffers now." Bai Xue was frightened and stepped forward cleverly, saying sweetly: "I think Mr. is tired, right? Why don't you loosen your shoulders?"

"Those two guys are really troublesome, but let alone, they are really tired." Lin Fan lay down and enjoyed the treatment of the beautiful woman.

...

In the village, the blood demon is still working hard to carry firewood and water.

Situ Wenjie and the young hunters left in the village were also practicing arrows in the village.

After many days of hard practice and the help of the divine water, Situ Wenjie made rapid progress in the realm, and he felt that he could reach the middle stage of the divine dispersion realm in a while.

What is more obvious is that Situ Wenjie's physical combat power has been strengthened dozens of times more than before.

With a heavy load on his body, Situ Wenjie can shoot a ten-foot target steadily.

It’s just that I have to do whatever I want, but I still have a lot of effort.

Bang!

After hitting the target with one arrow, Situ Wenjie smiled with relief: "The practice arranged by the immortal for me is indeed extraordinary. In just a few days, it can compare to my ten years of practice in Wuzong."

I thought, if I work harder...

Within a few years, Situ Wenjie was confident that he could become a true master of archery.

Then, continue to draw the bow.

call out!

The wooden arrow flew and was about to hit the target.

Suddenly, a ghostly afterimage appeared in the sky, and he steadily caught the wooden arrow with one hand.
To be continued...