Chapter 1229

When Ning Xuemo returns to the room, she is still a little stunned. Is her relationship with God Jiuli warmer?

Her eyes fell on the bowl of cold medicine soup, she frowned, and finally lifted the bowl and drank it.

Bitter!

Bitter Ning snow road wants to hit the wall. What kind of medicine can be used to make such an earth shaking bitter medicine soup?

Does not God Jiuli really mean to revenge her?

Ning Xuemo lies on the bed and straightens her corpse for half a day. When she thinks of another bowl tomorrow, she feels that she has no nostalgia

She got up slowly and continued to practice.

No way. She has nothing else to do now. She can't think of anything to do except practice

The next day, Ning Xuemo got up early to say hello.

Shenjiuli has been playing chess on her own. Seeing her coming, she beckoned to her: "come here."

So I played three more games.

Ning Xuemo rubs his brow and heart. After playing these chess games, she feels more tired than three days and three nights of practice. Brain cells die in large areas. She feels as if she is using her brain excessively and her head is dizzy.

In front of me suddenly appeared a porcelain bowl made of beautiful jade. Inside the bowl

The black juice is steaming.

Ning Xuemo: "..." It's refreshing.

With a bitter face, she tried to discuss with Jiuli: "master, I just have a fever Don't be so active This bowl of medicine is so precious. It's overqualified for cold, isn't it? "

"God nine Li light pick eyebrows:" either drink it, or for the teacher to help you... "

Help her? It's not like holding her down and forcing her down, is it?

Ningxuemo black line finally took the bowl of medicine, with a strong man's sad expression. At last, he looked at Jiuli and saw that he still didn't mean to take back his life. He grinned his teeth and looked up to Gulu Gulu to get in.

Shenjiuli: "..."

Never seen such a bold way to drink medicine. It's crisper than drinking.

Ning Xuemo wants to jump up in place and knock himself out. It's beyond the limit of human beings

She restrained her desire to go away and stood there quietly to digest the bowl of medicine.

The God nine Li looked at her nearly to have no nostalgia expression, the voice took the silk doubt: "so bitter?"

Nonsense, don't be bitter. Try it

Ning Xuemo finally slows down. She says weakly, "master, is this the last bowl?"

"God nine Li looked at her lightly:" No

Ning Xuemo: "..." I don't know if it's an illusion. She always feels that there seems to be some sympathy in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo's life is two o'clock and one line at present. She gets up in the morning to say hello, and then does a bowl of bitter medicine soup to refresh her mind. Then she plays chess until noon and is put back. In the afternoon, she practices the moon falling immortal method In the evening, I'll go to pray for you. After I finish a bowl of medicine soup, I'll go back with a bitter face.

But when I go tonight, it seems a little different.

Enter the hall door, a white jade like hand will be medicine soup handed over, rather snow Mo do not give their time to hesitate to look up.

When he was suffering to death, his lips suddenly warmed, and then something was stuffed in.

Ning Xuemo is so sad and angry that a new one comes before the medicine soup is digested? This is to live and die her rhythm.

Just want to spit out the things in the mouth regardless of, suddenly feel a little sweet gradually from the tip of the tongue dizzy open, slowly drive away the bitter.

After a pause, he raised his eyes and looked at Shen Jiuli. He was looking at her quietly,