But, judging by how Yan looks at her, he doesn't have those kinds of feelings, so even conceiving a child seems impossible!
Sang Luo recalled the man's fiery passion that time, so intense and profound. If she hadn't genuinely acquired the power, she would have suspected it was just a seductive dream...
After plunging into the sea of books and swimming for three days, Sang Luo finally emerged from the library, having learned a thing or two. She went to the study to see Yan, who was writing a letter with a bright gleam in his dark eyes. She eagerly went over to help him grind the ink.
Yan held the writing brush, his movements uninterrupted, flowing smoothly.
Sang Luo saw that he was writing a prescription, and she had seen the names of many of the herbs in the books.
She remembered Fei Yuan saying that Qingqiu was suffering from a rampant plague recently, so this must be a prescription for treating the plague.
She slowly ground the ink with one hand, while the other hand propped up her chin, watching intently.
But as she watched, she became a little distracted. Sang Luo wasn't really one for serious study, and her gaze slowly shifted from the paper and brush to the man's hands.
His fingers were well-defined, cold and white like jade, beautifully crafted like a work of art by the Creator.
Tsk, so beautiful.
Her gaze slowly moved to his snowy wrist, his chest covered by his clothes, the delicate snow-white skin exposed at his neck, with a soft, slender strand of hair burrowing into his collar, making one's mind wander.
She then looked at Yan's profile, his long eyelashes lowered, the curve of his nose and lips smooth and exquisite, so perfect that she couldn't find a single flaw.
A man working seriously has a different kind of charm.
Yan was already exceptionally beautiful, but at this time, with not much emotion on his face, it made people subconsciously forget his identity and age as a god, making him even more desirable.
Sang Luo's throat rolled, and she suddenly felt lustful and parched. The thought flashed through her mind—she wanted to take him down, to be with him in bed, and to give birth to a litter of cute fox cubs!
Sha—
Yan's brush suddenly paused, and a spot of ink stained the writing.
Sang Luo saw it too, and was startled, "High Priest?"
He picked up his brush again, finished writing the remaining herbs, and handed the paper to her, "Take a look at what you've learned these days."
"Okay!" Sang Luo took it and glanced at it. The herbs on it were not rare, and she had seen them in books, so she recognized most of them.
She went to the pharmacy to sort out the required herbs.
Yan followed to watch, to prevent her from taking the wrong ones.
The shapes of several herbs looked similar, and Sang Luo, as a novice, was almost confused. After Yan reminded her, she quickly put the herbs back and replaced them with the correct ones, wrapping the herbs into packets according to the dosage written on the paper, making more than a hundred packets.
Sang Luo volunteered, "Where are these herbs going? I'll help you run errands and deliver them."
Yan nodded and handed her a map, "It's marked on it."
"Okay!"
As Sang Luo was about to go out, Yan called out to her from behind, "After you… obtained my power, did you see what my innate ability is?"
Sang Luo paused. She really hadn't looked! That year, she was focused on saving Minos, and after obtaining Yan's power, she was busy passing the lightning tribulation and rushed to save people, and then forgot about it when she returned.
Yan's reminder made her subconsciously take a look.
She didn't know until she looked.
She blushed furiously!
How… how did he have a mind-reading ability!?
All those lewd thoughts she had been yy-ing about him in her heart these days, he heard them all!??
"Whoosh!" Like the wind, she fled in panic.
Yan looked at her departing figure, the corners of his lips slightly raised in a very shallow arc. After a moment, he turned and returned to the courtyard.
…
Jing Mountain.
The refugees suffering from the plague were settled here.
The infected beastmen were sallow and emaciated. Many beastmen came and went, carrying corpses covered with white cloths, transporting them to the back mountain for burning and burial.
Sang Luo sighed in her heart and went to see the old village chief in charge, wanting to give him the prescription and herbs to arrange for distribution, but unexpectedly learned that the village chief had also accidentally contracted the plague and had been entangled in bed for many days.
The village chief was already old and weak, and his sick body couldn't withstand the torment at all. It was said that he couldn't even get out of bed these days, and it seemed that his days were numbered. It was said that his family had already prepared for his funeral.
Sang Luo went to offer her condolences and saw an old man lying on the bed, very old, almost like a centenarian in modern times. Who knows how many years he had lived in the beast world.
She had heard that the Qingqiu fox clan had few offspring, and the most precious nine-tailed fox clan was only left with Yan. Even the descendants left by those ancient indigenous fox clans were very few. This old man was actually a pure-blooded red fox, presumably a veteran figure in Qingqiu.
After the attendant decocted the medicine, he handed it to the old village chief.
The old village chief needed to recuperate, and after Sang Luo told him her origin and identity, the old village chief asked her to help save the victims.
Sang Luo naturally agreed.
As soon as they heard that the medicine for treating the plague had arrived, the victims rekindled new hope and spontaneously lined up to receive the medicine packets.
The plague spread quickly, and there were nearly a thousand victims here, and the number of medicine packets was not enough to distribute.
Chaos and scrambling occurred in the crowd to compete for the herbs, and some scalpers even mixed in, raising the price to sell to others after grabbing the medicine.
"Quiet, please line up one by one! Limit one pack per person! The second batch of herbs will be delivered tomorrow, please be patient, and those who violate the rules will be disqualified from receiving!" Sang Luo's calm but dignified voice reached everyone's ears, and at the same time, she instructed the helpers sent by the village chief to suppress all the scalpers in the crowd.
The restless crowd quickly returned to silence, but soon, several inappropriate voices appeared.
"This girl doesn't look like a Qingqiu beastman, does she?"
"Why hasn't the High Priest appeared for so long, but sent a female from another race? Who knows if the medicine in your hand is real or fake."
Just at this time, a cry of pain came from the crowd,
"My stomach hurts so much… save me… after drinking that medicine, my stomach hurts so badly!"
"Is there something wrong with this medicine?!"
The unease of the crowd was ignited again. When everyone saw that the beastman who had just drunk the medicine soon suffered from abdominal pain and vomited white foam, they began to suspect whether the medicine was real.
Sang Luo looked at the few people in the crowd who shouted the loudest and took out the token Yan gave her, "I am here to distribute medicines under the order of the High Priest. Are you questioning the High Priest's order?"
"The High Priest died so many years ago, and suddenly came back to life. Who knows if there are any other secrets hidden?"
"Speaking of which, don't you find it strange? Since the High Priest was resurrected, this plague has come. No one suspects that this has something to do with him?"
"Don't talk nonsense! How could the High Priest do such a thing?"
"The High Priest died more than a hundred years ago, and the Qingqiu beastmen's hearts are no longer on his side. He must be trying to use this trick to regain the hearts of the people…"
Such remarks were increasing in the crowd.
A stern and old low shout sounded, "Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about? If you continue to spread rumors here, I will break the legs of you few!"
I want to update earlier tomorrow, write something a little more exciting~
