Feng Rugu didn't understand why he was hesitating, and pushed his legs wider, signaling him to get faster.

...A mushroom won't give me medicine to yourself.

If you have no choice but to kneel down on one knee and apply the blended ointment to the red, swollen and broken skin.

The ointment contains some ice, but the coolness of the fingertips cannot offset the heat exhaled from the nasal cavity and the restlessness in the chest.

Feng Ruyuan felt wronged and the mushroom cap wilted:... it hurts.

He sucked hissingly, Ruyi's face turned red, and the strength of his fingertips became softer.

The mushroom stem is relatively sensitive, but between repeated massage and medicinal massage, the other small mushroom is stimulated and stands up slowly.

Ru Yi changed his posture and coughed softly, his cheeks were completely red, and the red moles on his ears were no longer obvious.

But Feng Rugu looked at Ruyi without shame, his eyes wide open and clear.

He introduced: "This is a branch of my family."

Ruyi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and said, "Yes, the side branch."

Feng Rugu blinked his eyes.

...When this person smiled, he looked very beautiful.

After he recovered from his injury, Feng Rugu became bored to make mushrooms.

When he went out to play, he found that he still needed the nourishment of sunshine and rain, and mushrooms could only grow on the mop in the corner of the house, which was very uninteresting.

Moreover, he recently read a few books and realized that most of the mushrooms were poured out of manure.

He is a clean person and feels that he cannot be treated like this.

So he ran to the yard of the Buddha's house, and after carefully comparing the flowers and plants, he squatted beside a cluster of yellow roses.

Ruyi also noticed Feng Ruru's changes.

He didn't say anything, but repaired the courtyard wall, which was originally a short fence, into four high walls overnight, and no one was allowed to peek inside.

Everyone in Hanshan Temple sighed, as if a layman was deeply stimulated, it seemed that he had made up his mind to draw a prison in this mountain.

Ru heard the discussion, but he didn't care.

He stood beside Feng Rugu and asked calmly: "Entertainment Father, what are you today?"

Feng Rugu pulled a peony next to her to reveal his identity.

If you just read a few blooming peonies, you will choose the most beautiful petals, gather them into a flower, and put them in his palm: "Okay, I will listen to you in my 'flower appearance'."

Ruyi thinks that such days are not bad.

As long as Feng Rugu doesn't take a whim, treats himself as a piece of lotus root and burys himself in the mud, everything else is easy to say.
Chapter completed!