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Chapter 330 White Moon Brahma Star 15

Lin Jiu had no idea that just as she stepped out of the room, Bai Shuo hurriedly found Fan Yue.

Fan Yue, on the other hand, seemed to have anticipated all this, sitting there calmly and composedly. Facing Bai Shuo's flustered, anxious expression and constant urging, he spoke slowly and calmly, "The demon poison is a rare entity in the world, and to this day, there is no antidote that can completely eradicate it."

After saying this, Fan Yue's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had developed a sense of evil amusement. Seeing Bai Shuo's expression becoming increasingly ugly, almost on the verge of collapse, he slowly continued, "However... there is something called 'Youcao' that can alleviate this demonic poison."

After saying that, he raised the seed in his hand that was glowing with a faint light.

Then, Fan Yue explained in detail the extremely harsh conditions that needed to be met in order to grow the Youcao - blood had to be used as the nutrient for the seeds to water them, and it had to be human blood;

What's more crucial is that even such carefully cultivated herbs can only temporarily alleviate the attacks of the demon poison, and cannot truly cure it.

As soon as Fan Yue finished speaking, he stared at Bai Shuo's face, which kept changing color due to the violent fluctuations of emotions, with great interest, wanting to see how she would react next.

Bai Shuo frowned, and the image of his father being tortured by the demon poison flashed through his mind.

After a brief but intense inner struggle, she gritted her teeth, finally made up her mind, and reached out to take the Youcao seeds from Fan Yue's hand.

At this moment, Lin Jiu on the other side was still immersed in in-depth research on the composition of the demon poison, trying to find an antidote formula that could perfectly dissolve the poison.

She was completely unaware of what Fan Yue had done.

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After several days of unremitting efforts and dedicated research, Lin Jiu finally succeeded in preparing the antidote.

She joyfully held the bottle of antidote that exuded a faint fragrance, her face filled with an unconcealable look of pride, and she thought to herself, "Haha, after all, it has to be me!"

At this time, Zangshan and Tianhuo, who were standing aside and witnessing the whole process, cast admiring glances and expressed sincere praise.

Faced with the praise from the two, Lin Jiu became more and more proud, and the arc of his mouth became even bigger.

You know, it was precisely because of her strong interest in this evil poison and the people in Ning'an City who were poisoned that she had been working day and night to research the antidote without sleep or food.

Now, all the efforts have paid off, the antidote has been successfully developed, and the tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed at this moment.

However, just as Lin Jiu was about to enjoy the joy of this hard-earned victory, a strong feeling of fatigue surged into her heart like a tide. She felt her vision suddenly go dark, her legs went weak, and she fell straight to the side without any warning.

With a "bang", Lin Jiu fell squarely into the arms of Fan Yue who appeared in time.

"Palace...Palace Master, you..." Zangshan widened his eyes and looked at Fan Yue who suddenly appeared in front of him with a look of astonishment. The words came to his lips but he swallowed them back.

Because just as he opened his mouth, Fan Yue swept a sharp look over at him, as if it could penetrate a person's soul, causing Zang Shan to shudder and shut his mouth obediently in an instant.

Fan Yue ignored Zang Shan. His eyes were always on Lin Jiu, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, undisturbed by the outside world.

At this moment, she was like a well-behaved kitten curled up in Fan Yue's arms, her long eyelashes trembling gently, with a faint sweet smile hanging at the corner of her mouth, as if she was having a beautiful dream.

Fan Yue stared at Lin Jiu's delicate and small face, his eyes gradually becoming extremely gentle, as if water could drip out of them.

He gently stretched out his hand and carefully brushed away the few strands of messy hair on Lin Jiu's forehead, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a rare treasure.

A gentle breeze blew past, causing Fan Yue's black sleeves to flutter, intertwining with Lin Jiu's purple skirt, forming a dreamlike picture.