Ying Zijin nodded: "Have you finished all the medicine I made for you?"
"Mhm." Fu Yunshen's expression was lazy, "My ancient martial cultivation has now reached a hundred and seventy years, thanks to my girlfriend."
Hearing this number, Ying Zijin's eyes also trembled slightly.
After the hidden injuries in his body had been completely healed, his cultivation speed had multiplied.
This speed was indeed incomparable, having already surpassed the ranks of ancient martial geniuses.
Ying Zijin turned her head to look at the man's face.
The mellow sunlight tinged his brows and eyes with a light golden color, his beauty almost divine.
That sense of familiarity once again surged forth.
Fu Yunshen naturally noticed: "What's going on, suddenly staring at me like that?"
Ying Zijin diverted her gaze, yawning: "Hmm, you're just good-looking, so I'm taking a longer look."
Her tone was very calm, with no fluctuations.
