Yan Rong held the sword and walked towards her slowly, maybe it was Shen Mubai's illusion, the dark aura on the other party gradually faded, and finally disappeared.
The sword was still stained with the blood of the Huoyan Beast. If the material was not special enough and surrounded by spiritual energy, it would have become scrap iron by now.
Yan Rong stood in front of her, with unusually deep eyes, finally squatted down, and said in a deep voice, "Master, the Huoyan Beast is dead."
Shen Mubai opened his mouth, and found that he was unable to ask questions, finally nodded and said, "Very good."
Yan Rong lowered his eyebrows and pulled her up, only then did Shen Mubai realize that she was maintaining the original movement, he was so embarrassed that he pretended to be nonchalant and borrowed the strength of the other party to stand up, looking at the face in front of him, he frowned slightly said, "Your face..."
The blood of the Huoyan Beast is too corrosive, Yanrong's face has been scorched black, exposing white bones, and the red flesh is turned out, looking extremely horrified.
The other party paused, then looked away, stepped back involuntarily, turned his face slightly and said in a deep voice, "If Master finds it intrusive, this disciple will put on the mask by himself."
Shen Mubai said in a complicated mood, "Master, here is a bottle of myogenic ointment." As she spoke, she took it out from the storage bag and waved to him, "Come here."
Yan Rong's face was startled, as if he was afraid that the other party would show disgust when he saw his wound, "Master, this disciple himself..."
How could Shen Mubai miss this opportunity to improve his favorability, pretending to raise his eyebrows, and said seriously, "Come here as soon as the teacher asks you."
Yan Rong's tall body took a few steps forward, Shen Mubai looked up subconsciously, and then she became depressed.
She covered her lips and coughed, and said in a flat tone, "I can't reach you as a teacher."
Yan Rong's eyes moved slightly, staring at the woman in front of him, he only felt that somewhere under his heart was soft, he obediently bent down slightly.
Shen Mubai used that myogenic ointment to smear his wound, it looked fine from a distance, but it was really bloody and bloody when seen up close, making one feel frightened, and could not help frowning slightly.
Yan Rong noticed her expression, thinking that the other party hated the wound on her face, her eyes dimmed slightly, and her body shrank a little.
After all, he was afraid that this person would hate him and abandon him, otherwise he would not have resisted the pain and torture, just to make the other party look at him more.
Sensing his retreat, Shen Mubai couldn't help raising his eyes and said, "Does it hurt?"
Yan Rong was slightly taken aback, staring blankly at the person in front of him.
Shen Mubai continued, "Be patient, this muscle-creating ointment will take full effect in just a moment, and your face will return to its original appearance in less than two days."
Yan Rong said in her heart, "So Master is caring about me?"
Shen Mubai applied muscle-creating ointment on his wound, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the blood concentration of this Huoyan beast is not the strongest, otherwise even the muscle-creating ointment wouldn't work."
As she spoke, she walked towards the fallen flame beast.
Yan Rong was still reminiscing about the place she touched with her hand just now, and only felt that the faint fragrance on the woman's body was very pleasant, which made him lose his mind for a while.
It took a little effort to get the Golden Pill of the Huoyan Beast, and the fur, flesh and blood of the opponent would be excellent if sold or refined. Shen Mubai put it into the storage bag, in order not to cause other troubles, she covered up the smell, and then left the place with a feast.
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