Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

Chapter 277 I Bet You Will Come

"Miss, the master sent someone to tell you that he has an appointment tonight and will not be back for dinner. Please eat by yourself."

When it was time for dinner, Nanny Chen told Youhuang in a very apologetic tone that Chu Yunhuan had an engagement and could not have dinner with her.

Shen Zhaojun took Liushuang, Jianglu and others away, and left Nanny Chen to take care of her son's daily life. Now she is also taking care of Youhuang, fearing that she would feel lonely while eating alone.

Youhuang smiled and said "no problem", it was not the first time he had a meal alone.

"The kitchen has prepared mutton bone and yam soup. Would you like a bowl, young lady?"

"it is good!"

Nanny Chen asked the little maid to serve Youhuang a bowl of soup.

While Youhuang was drinking soup, Nanny Chen took a tray from the little girl and said, "This is the dance practice clothes that the young lady will use tomorrow. I have had them washed and ironed. The young lady should remember to bring them to the palace for training tomorrow. Also..."

Nanny Chen took a stack of silver notes from another maid and said, "This is what the Minbao sent today. The young lady received two hundred and thirty-seven taels of silver for her first half of the year's royalties for The Investiture of the Gods alone. They also said they were interested in buying the copyright for The Investiture of the Gods. If the young lady is willing, they will send someone to discuss the details with her."

Two hundred and thirty-seven taels is equivalent to two hundred and thirty thousand taels. You Huang took the banknote with a smile and said, "It's about the same as I expected, but my poems are worth a fortune. I don't know how they plan to settle the bill. As for the copyright, I'll think about it carefully."

"Old slave understands."

After dinner, Youhuang would meditate as usual, trying to make his foundation more solid.

As a result, not only did she fail to form the elixir last time, but her cultivation also stagnated. Judging from her experience in her previous life, she had reached a bottleneck.

After thinking it through, he simply stopped practicing. Suddenly, he thought of Yan Rong being injured by his musket. Logically speaking, he was the Demon Lord Xie Jiang, and he should stand firmly against him, but now he felt a little conflicted.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go out on his sword.

Yan Rong's house is near the palace school. It is not very big but it is exquisite.

Secluded residence.

Seeing the inscription on the house, Youhuang smiled.

Suddenly I thought of a Tang Dynasty poem and recited it quietly: "Seclusion: Although the rich and the poor are different, they all have their own goals when they go out. I am the only one who has no external things to hold me back, so I feel this seclusion. A light rainy night passed, and I didn't know that spring grass had grown. Suddenly dawn had arrived on the green hills, and birds were singing around the house. Sometimes I would go out with Taoists, or with woodcutters. I should be content with my humble status, and who would say I despise worldly glory?"

"I was a little angry when I saw you came empty-handed, but I didn't expect you to write a poem for my house."

As soon as Yan Rong's name was read, a voice came out and the door opened from the inside. An old servant whose age could not be determined came out, saluted You Huang, and motioned her to come in with his hand.

Youhuang nodded to the old servant before entering. The sound of flowing water came to his ears, the scent of chrysanthemums and the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves were in the air. It had a bit of the style of Huaixu Pavilion, but the owner inside was an alien.

The old servant walked quietly to Youhuang and silently led the way for her.

Youhuang had actually found Yan Rong's location a long time ago, but because of the old servant's age, he did not reject his kindness.

Walking leisurely in the corridor with bamboos on both sides, the bamboo tails were rustling in the night wind, and finally came to the outside of a bamboo building open on all sides. Yan Rong was half lying on the couch reading a book.

"You go down and rest."

Yan Rong sent the old servant away and pointed to the coffee table next to her.

Seeing that he looked very pale, You Huang walked to the couch and gently pulled down his left collar, revealing a bloody wound.

"If I hadn't been injured by you, I would have thought you were flirting with me." Yan Rong half-jokingly said, glancing at the wound and said, "Your secret weapon is really powerful. Even the best doctors in the demon world are helpless."

"The bullet is still inside. The wound can only heal if it is removed."

You Huang took out a tool from his ring and said, "You should be thankful that I improved the bullet, otherwise your arm would have been blown off."

He took out a hollow silver needle from the tool, and then took out a small bottle and said, "I will use the hollow silver needle to absorb some of the liquid in the bottle and inject it into the skin near the wound. This area will not feel pain temporarily."

"I'm not as fragile as you think..."

Before Yan Rong could finish his words, You Huang had already inserted the needle into his skin, and soon he could no longer feel the pain of the wound.

You Huang took out an alcohol lamp and lit it, then put the tweezers over the fire to warm them up, skillfully disinfected the area around the wound, and groped around to find the bullet stuck in the bone.

He took out the bullet and threw it into the tray, then expertly disinfected and bandaged it, saying, "Don't get me wrong, I was forced to treat your injury. Mr. Yin asked me to give you a lecture, and it made my throat smoke, and I was so angry that I almost smoked."

"I really put you in a difficult position..." Yan Rong sighed and said, "If every student is this smart..."

"If every student is like me, there is no need for the Palace School to exist." You Huang interrupted him coldly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The Demon Realm should have a secret method to quickly heal wounds. You can try it, and maybe you can really go back to teach the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow is a day of rest..." Yan Rong gently pulled up her clothes, looked at You Huang and said, "You are helping me because I really don't want to continue lecturing to everyone."

"It's too difficult to teach them. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist beating them." You Huang thought for a moment and suddenly said, "If I don't come to help you, are you going to teach with an injury?"

"I bet you'll come."

Just a few words about appearance say it all.

You Huang was stunned for a moment and said, "I still say the same thing, the Demon Lord will not succeed. If you want to turn back, I can help you."

"It's the first time I've heard that someone can turn back after practicing the magic path." Yan Rong laughed at himself. You Huang was stunned for a moment and leaned over to whisper something in his ear. After saying that, he stepped back and said, "If you don't believe it, you can try it and you will know the truth."

"It's that simple..."

“It’s not easy at all, and the process will be painful.”

Looking at the light in Yanrong's eyes, Youhuang revealed a barely perceptible smile.

Yan Rong took out a pill and swallowed it, saying, "I'll try it when I have time. I hope you didn't lie to me."

"I respect you the same as I do my fourth uncle. There is no need to lie to you." You Huang put all the things into the ring, stood up and was about to say goodbye, when suddenly a small ball of fire exploded in the palm of his hand.

"It's the amulet you set up that's giving you a warning." Yan Rong looked at You Huang in confusion. Judging from the scent of the flame, the person she wanted to protect was in Tiandu.

"It's really a hassle. It looks like I won't be able to rest well tonight." You Huang sighed calmly and said, "Don't let the wound come into contact with water for now. If you don't want to use secret techniques, you can use the potion on the coffee table to clean the wound."

Before the voice had even faded, the man from Youhuang had already disappeared from sight.

Yan Rong put away her smile, stood up, picked up the bottle on the coffee table, opened it and took a sniff, and said, "I won, give me some of your blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, a graceful figure jumped in from outside, sat down seductively and said, "Compared to my blood, I am more curious about how Chu Youhuang knew that by fusing the devil energy and demon energy together, one can obtain spiritual energy."

"You can ask her."