Err did not notice the unique and profound eyes of the Supreme Gods. She just quietly made a small plan in her heart, thinking that the proposal of the Supreme God in heaven was really feasible.

She had the spiritual energy pills that Xin Wu had just thrown in her arms. She could increase her cultivation level by taking them. If the meridians were fully opened, even if she practiced slowly, she could escape from the level of the little immortal and become a majestic immortal.

The boss is so powerful, it is a small task for him to open up a person's meridians. As long as she chooses someone to discuss with him when he is in a good mood, it might be done.

His eyes were shining, and Er looked in the direction where the boss was with joy.

As a result, I saw that there was only a piece of embers left where the boss was.

Err:?

Where is she such a big boss? She is still here just now.

After looking around anxiously, Err saw Xin Wu falling out of the main banquet platform like a broken kite, like ink spreading on wet rice paper. The broken figure immersed in the clouds in the blink of an eye and could not see clearly.

Although Li Ye's body was more stable than him, he also fell out of the gray-brown smoke with strength, and his red clothes were fierce, falling towards him like fire.

Without thinking, Er flew up and rushed forward.

In her imagination, the scene of saving people in this way should be very beautiful, like when the boss saved her before, she was so golden and fluttering.

However, the fact is that as soon as she caught Li Ye's body, she was knocked to death by the powerful impact force and almost fainted.

Li Ye turned his head and looked at her pale face, and couldn't help but snorted.

"What can I do?"

He grabbed his shoulder tremblingly, Err wiped his face with one hand, and did not dare to complain that he was too heavy, so he could only swallow his anger and ask, "Are you okay?"

He frowned, Li Ye left his head and said in a weird tone: "What can I do if I ask these extra words? What can I do?"

"There was such a fierce fight just now..."

"I have 80,000 years of cultivation." He interrupted her and said with a tough voice, "It's a realm that a low-level immortal like you can't imagine. No matter how fierce the fight is, I won't lose."

Er: "…"

Is it an 80,000-year-old god or an eight-year-old child? Why doesn’t you respond to the concerns of others? Are there any benefits to these stubborn words?

Shaking her head sighed, she patted his back: "The God of the Supreme One is naturally the most powerful."

His face was slightly darker, and Li Ye said, "Call Master."

"Okay Master, no problem Master."

After so long together, Err has already known the best way to survive - don't argue with the God of God. What God of God must be right. If she is wrong, then she apologizes first.

Such a well-behaved little fairy has no reason to be strangled to death.

He secretly admired himself in his heart, and Er then took him back to the immortal pavilion of Chu Yuan Shangshen.

Gan Tian was still eating fruits beside him. When he looked up, he saw that Li Ye’s big Buddha was coming again, and his face immediately collapsed: “I really just want to eat the immortal fruit quietly.”

"Don't be afraid of the Supreme God." Er smiled, "It shouldn't be able to fight."

Xin Wudu left, and Li Ye seemed to be seriously injured again, so he would not destroy another immortal pavilion.

Seeing that there were outsiders here, Li Ye was in a bad mood. He raised his hand to stop Er'er from pressing him to his seat, and said in a deep voice: "I'm just passing by here, so it's not convenient to stay for a long time."

"You are so powerful when you pass by." Gan Tian shook his head, "but you haven't seen the God of God appear here for tens of thousands of years."

"Yes." Chu Yuan looked at him with alertness and smiled reluctantly, "If you don't know, you think something was wrong with this fairy platform."

What problems can happen.

Li Ye stared at the fairy fruit on the table coldly: "Let me see a few old friends."

When Err heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the boss didn't come to catch her specifically, so it would be fine.

However, why did the God of the Heavenly God suddenly look at her strangely? It seemed a little surprised and a little sympathetic.

"Let's go." The boss turned around impatiently.

Er'er came back to his senses and hurriedly followed him to hold his arm.

The boss practiced the fire-type magic, and there were often fire lights on his body. Every time Er touched him, he felt a little hot, but this time she was a little surprised.

His forearm was cold when he reached the palm of his hand.

He felt tightened, and Er looked around vigilantly, then stood on tiptoe and put all his strength in supporting his body.

Li Ye turned his head in wonder: "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to be unable to hold on?" She lowered her voice, and whispered to him angrily, "It's okay, lean on me, they can't see it."

"Just." Li Ye whispered his sleeves with a stern face, "Xin Wuhe's destiny can't hold on."

"Your face is very bad."

“Blowed by the wind.”

"Oh." Er nodded, supporting his hand and adding two more points of strength.

This behavior was too underestimating him, and Li Ye said unhappily: "You let go of me now, I can still walk in a straight line."

"Yeah, I know." Nodded perfunctorily, Er hesitated for a moment, and then stuffed the spiritual energy pill in his hand into his mouth.

Li Ye's face turned black and he opened his mouth and was about to vomit. Unexpectedly, this little thing suddenly felt like he had eaten a leopard's courage, and he reached out to cover his mouth.

"I specially added a layer of frosting, it was sweet." She said angrily, "What a big and pure spiritual energy, don't vomit!"

I have seen a lot of slutty appearance, and her claws are really fresh. Li Ye unexpectedly quieted down, and his misty pupils slowly circulated on her face.

Perhaps God did not give her a good talent for cultivating immortals, so she gave her an extremely delicate face, which was particularly confusing to pretend to be pitiful. Even if she was angry, it would be like a little cat stretching its claws, with a slightly red nose and a full eye wave.

Li Ye couldn't understand why she felt that she needed this little bit of spiritual energy, but in her opinion, this pill might be an amazing treasure. Because she was worried about him, she reluctantly stuffed it into his mouth.

——Worry about him.

This feeling was too strange. Li Ye wanted to shake his head a little uncomfortable, but his head slightly turned and his lips just swept across the palm of her hand.

The face in front of him turned red, his fingertips curled up, and he looked at him a little helplessly.

My heart was inexplicably sank.

"I swallowed." He said in a muffled voice.

Er'er breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled his hand back, wanting to rub it on his clothes, but the boss in front of him kept staring at her for some reason. She didn't dare to do this blatantly, but she just quietly carried her hand behind her: "Are you better?"

"Um."

It should have been answered, but his body was still cold. Er stumbled on his palm, frowned and shook his head, and then tiptoed to try his forehead.

Li Ye looked at the short little hand with disgust: "I'm fine."

"The Immortal Master said that once a person who practices fire-based immortal arts becomes cold, it will be extremely dangerous." Err said seriously, "You cannot be despised."

The eyebrows were full of helplessness, and Li Ye sighed several times in depressed breaths, but finally he could not persuade her and lowered his body slightly.

The clouds flew out of the fairy platform of Fang, and the oncoming light outlined the figures of the two, as if a towering tree lowered its high branches towards a bird.

Err struggled to thrust his forehead, touched his own with his other hand, and then muttered a few words, urging his clouds to walk faster.

Zhu Yan had already returned to Shangbing Palace. Although he was injured, he was still standing at the door of the palace waiting.

When Li Ye heard that Er'er had gone to Yanxiantai, his face looked very bad. He sighed and thought that if he started teaching a lesson later, someone would be there to persuade him.

However, after waiting for an hour, Zhu Yan did not wait for the bloody lesson scene, but only waited for a little fairy who was chattering and a god who had no choice but to hold his forehead.

"This is the method I know in the world. Just put on the quilt and sleep after you are sick. You will not listen to what you do. The bed is not ready-made, and I am not a stingy person. What's wrong with lending you a sleep?"

"I know that you are meditating and regulating breathing with demeanor, but demeanor cannot be well-behaved, so lying down will definitely be easier than sitting. I have changed three super soft pillows, and there are goose feathers stuffed inside. Do you really want to try it?"

"Don't think about where to run for a while. No one can catch your cold body when you fall outside."

It seemed as if five hundred ducks were shouting in front of him. Zhu Yan was so angry that he looked forward. He looked forward in shock and found that Li Ye was not angry, and there was even a hint of pleasure in his expression.

"Zhu Yan, pour tea."

"Yes." Two pieces of paper were formed to plug their ears, and Zhu Yan rushed into the door calmly to place the tea set.

Er followed Li Ye step by step. Seeing that he was going to the high throne again, he reached out to pull him to the pear wooden table next to him without thinking.

With a slight pull, he actually pulled him.

Zhu Yan pinched the teapot, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally swallowed his breath.

"The tea is here." He reached out and put the tea set over without raising his head. "Ding still has some chores, including Rauler's fairy."

"Okay." Err took the teacup, lowered his head and sniffed it, frowned, "I will have to drink medicine later. I can't drink this tea. You can drink some warm water to moisten it."

Li Ye glanced at Zhu Yan who was walking fast, and when his figure completely disappeared outside the gate, he groaned: "Who wants to take medicine?"

"I know that the Supreme God is healing without medicine and relies on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to turn around, but you are weak now and can use external objects to nourish it, so why should you spend more effort?"

Er felt like a worried old lady, but if she didn't say that, Li Ye would definitely not think of taking medicine. After all, he was a noble boss and would rather carry it yourself than boil the medicine for a few hours.

So she rolled up her sleeves generously: "Leave it to me."

It would be embarrassing to ask the boss to help him open his meridians in vain. He always had to make some efforts to ask for help. Er consciously went to the palace gate to set up a medicine furnace, and by the way, he searched for useful fairy grass from the pile of things that the boss had snatched back for him.

When bubbles popped up in the medicine jar, Er'er got up and returned to Li Ye, and used all his strength to pull him onto the gorgeous stepping bed.

The soft quilt was tucked to his chin, and Li Ye lay down in darkness. He saw her patting his body as if he was coaxing a three-year-old child, "You can drink after sleeping."
To be continued...