His voice paused, his bloodshot eyes narrowed, and a flash of hostility flashed across his eyes: "I can't wait to see those people panic."
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." The demon cultivator responded, bowed and stepped back.
The Demon Lord looked at the deep forest, curled his lips, stretched out his hand to set up a barrier here, and then turned and left...
Three days later
The Feng Mansion in Baichuan City welcomed guests again, this time they were Zhuo Junyue and his younger brother Zhuo Junyang.
Fengjiu asked Leng Hua to arrange for a courtyard to be prepared for them to live in in the Feng Mansion. On this day, after finishing her work, Fengjiu came to the courtyard where Zhuo Junyue and the others lived.
"Is this place okay?" She walked into the yard, looked at the people in the yard and asked with a smile.
When Zhuo Junyue saw that it was her, he nodded to her. Zhuo Junyang smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It doesn't matter. I'm not the one taking care of you anyway. I'm just a doctor." She blinked at him, her tone playful.
"Thank you." Zhuo Junyang blushed slightly and thanked with a smile.
"As for the medicine, your brother has already found it, and I've also prepared other auxiliary medicines. I'll examine you today, and then I'll prepare some ointment later." She walked forward with a smile and stopped in front of him.
Zhuo Junyue, who was standing by, stepped forward to help and rolled up the corner of his brother's trousers for her to check.
The old man was drinking on the side, occasionally squinting at them.
Fengjiu checked it and said, "Well, not bad. It seems that what I told you last time was done."
Zhuo Junyang nodded and said, "Yes, I take a medicinal bath every day."
"Okay! You just came here today and haven't had a good rest. Just have a good rest today. I will bring the medicine to you tomorrow." She said to Zhuo Junyue and Zhuo Junyang.
"Thank you for your help."
"I'll go prepare the medicine for you first. Don't be too restrained here. Just treat it as your own home. If you need anything, just tell Leng Hua or Leng Shuang." After she gave her instructions, she left.
Watching her leave and her figure disappearing outside the courtyard, Zhuo Junyang couldn't help but sigh and said, "Brother, Sister Feng is so kind to us."
Although their grandfather was her master, if someone else had achieved what they have today, they would not necessarily take the words of a dead person to heart, let alone take such good care of them.
Zhuo Junyue didn't say anything, but just helped him put down his trouser legs.
The old man at the side laughed and said, "That's right. Although this little girl is quirky and cunning like a fox, and does things according to her own preferences, her character is unpredictable."
"When I can walk again, I will definitely repay Sister Feng." Zhuo Junyang said with a firm voice.
"Hehe." The old man stroked his beard and laughed. He glanced at him and said, "You! Don't worry about this. This girl has many talented people around her. You are not the only one who matters."
Several people were chatting in the courtyard, while Feng Jiu went into the alchemy room to make pills for Zhuo Junyang and mix potions and plasters. Because his foot was not like this for a short time, it would take time to recover naturally, and the control of the effect of the medicine had to be very accurate.