"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, confused.
At this moment, Lord Yan's heart moved slightly. He looked at the face covered with black and green plasters and the pair of smart and cunning eyes, and he suddenly realized.
It turned out to be her!
It was the little girl in the forest of Jiufu, the little girl who hugged his thighs and called him brother-in-law and uncle...
Moreover, it was she who saved him when he was being chased by someone due to an attack of cold poison.
Thinking of this, a complicated feeling flashed across his eyes. He didn't expect to meet her again after going around in circles, and she was disguised as a man and deceived him. If he hadn't seen her face covered with black and green plasters and her eyes, he really wouldn't have recognized her.
Feng Jiu frowned, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, and said, "Master Yan, it's late at night, why don't you go back to sleep? Are you going to stare at me here?"
Lord Yan's deep gaze swept across her chest, which was only covered with her inner clothes. It was flat, without any rise or fall. However, in her mind, she inexplicably thought of the soft touch she accidentally touched in the Jiufu Forest that day. For a moment, her ears turned slightly red, and she turned around and walked out with big strides.
"baffling."
Fengjiu saw him leave without saying a word and felt that the Lord of Hell had a very strange temper. She followed him, locked the door, went back to the mirror and applied another layer of ointment, and then went to sleep with her face covered with ointment.
The next day, when Feng Jiu came to the pharmacy with ointment on her face, Elder Lin came up to her in astonishment and said, "Gui Gui, what's that on your face? Why did you go out without washing your face?"
"It's ointment, you can't wash it off." She grinned and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm going to the fourth floor to pick some medicine. Do you want to come with me?"
"Picking medicine again? The ones you took away yesterday..."
"The preparation yesterday failed. Look, in order not to waste it, I applied it all on my face." She pointed to the ointment on her face and said with a smile.
“This…” Mr. Lin was speechless and really didn’t know how to describe him.
But thinking of Lord Yan's attitude towards him and Lord Yan's instructions, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "If you want to get the medicine, go get it yourself. I'll go register when you get back. I have something else to do, so I won't go up with you."
Feng Jiu's eyes lit up: "Mr. Lin, I didn't realize you trust me so much. Aren't you afraid that I will waste those priceless medicinal herbs?"
Old Lin thought to himself: It’s not that I trust you, but it’s the Lord of Hell who told you to take it. Only the Lord of Hell would let you squander like this.
Her eyes fell on his face. Thinking of how all those precious elixirs he had taken yesterday had become ointments on his face, she felt a sudden pain in her heart: "What a spendthrift! What a spendthrift..." She shook her head and went about her own business.
So Fengjiu went upstairs again and got a lot of elixirs. She locked herself in the room and kept fiddling with them until the evening, when the gray wolf with an ugly face came to her door.
On the other side, in the main courtyard, Lord Yan was holding a cup of tea in his hand, and he kept the same posture. No one knew what he was thinking about. Sometimes he frowned, and sometimes he raised the corners of his lips to reveal a barely perceptible smile. His weird appearance made a black-robed monk who was serving beside him feel nervous.