Ye QingHan paid the hotel money for three days, then took Sanskrit upstairs and took out some of the best holy medicines.


    "Come on, elder martial sister, take it first. I''ll protect the Dharma for you and repair the injury." ye QingHan said softly.


    With ye QingHan around, Sanskrit doesn''t have to think too much. It can sit on the bed, mobilize the medicine, repair the body function that is about to collapse, and recover many times faster than before.


    Sanskrit continued until dawn at night. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least 40% of his injuries were recovered, and his self-protection ability was enough.


    Ah——————


    Sanskrit whispered a crisp hum. He was paralyzed and had no strength at all. Once the highly nervous body and soul relaxed, they seemed to be hollowed out. They had to lie down and didn''t even want to breathe.


    "Go get me some hot water and I''ll wash it," whispered Sanskrit.


    Ye QingHan opened his eyes and nodded. He immediately got up and went downstairs. He called a large bucket of hot water and poured it all into the bath bucket. He put a lot of miraculous medicine and spiritual grass in the bath bucket, which was full of aura.


    "Elder martial sister, I''ll guard for you outside the door." ye QingHan whispered.


    "No, you use your divine power to help me clean up the congestion and impurities in the next body. I don''t have any strength now. By the way, help me rub my shoulders." Sanskrit said.


    Ye QingHan stared, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked solemnly, "elder martial sister, are you sure to let me clear the congestion in your body when you take a bath?"


    "If you dare to move your mind, I''ll break your second master." Sanskrit scolded angrily.


    Leaf light cold can''t help but tighten up his thigh, smile, and no longer flirt with this thorny rose.


    Seeing that ye QingHan didn''t respond, Sanskrit couldn''t help scolding, "don''t you turn around yet, do you want to die?"


    Ye QingHan smiled and hurriedly turned his head.


    Sanskrit Yin quickly took off her coat. Her beautiful body was wrapped in a layer of gauze. She gritted her teeth to resist fatigue and quickly entered the bath bucket. Her whole body was soaked in water and covered by miraculous medicine and spiritual grass. She could only see her face. As soon as she entered the bath bucket, the whole person collapsed and exhaled a large amount of turbid air against the edge of the bath bucket.


    "Comfortable... It''s better than my advanced level!" whispered Sanskrit.


    Ye QingHan smiled and sat down with a chair. He lay on the bath bucket, stared at the Sanskrit sound and said, "elder martial sister, has any man praised you as a perfect woman?"


    Sanskrit turned his eyes and said, "do you still need to boast with a man?"


    "It''s really unnecessary." ye QingHan said with a smile.


    Sanskrit Yin leaned against the bath bucket, and his soul and body really relaxed at this time. He closed his eyes and didn''t care. Ye QingHan was looking at himself. Suddenly he opened his eyes and asked, "by the way, where''s the little beggar? Thanks to him, if it weren''t for him, my mother might have overturned the big ship in the gutter."


    Ye QingHan naturally knows that the little beggar, especially his eyes when he looked at Sanskrit and his eyes when he appeared, are full of resentment and unhappiness.


    "That little beggar, I arranged for him in the next room, but this man has a problem. You may not care. He has done evil to you." ye QingHan said truthfully.


    "It doesn''t matter. He saved my life. When I''m ready, I''ll either give him a small city or give him millions of money to make his own way." the Sanskrit sighed. If it wasn''t for his 3000 wisps of money, he wouldn''t be alive. If he spent his savings, no one would have bad intentions.


    Ye QingHan shrugged and replied, "elder martial sister, just decide, but I can remind you not to be bitten by a poisonous snake. He is a poisonous snake ready to go."


    Sanskrit looked at ye QingHan in surprise and asked, "why do you say that? He is not bad in essence. Maybe it is because he has been a beggar all the year round and has been severely suppressed by others. Maybe he is more exclusive."


    Ye QingHan smiled and said faintly, "I''ve been wandering in the Jianghu all year round. I''ve seen many such people. He''s not a good stubble. He will bring you big trouble in the future."


    "It shouldn''t be, but I''ll be on guard." Sanskrit said no more, soaking in spiritual fluid, sweating on the body surface, and the congestion in the body was slowly spreading. The injury was about 10% better, but he still didn''t have much strength.


    Ye QingHan didn''t say much. He gently stood up and helped Sanskrit to clean up the injury in his body. He made more and more efforts. A wisp of the original breath of wood swam away the flesh and blood of Sanskrit from his palm to help him repair the injured body and disperse the congestion.


    Ye QingHan calms down and doesn''t squint. Such a woman is so good that she feels like an electric shock when touching her shoulder. Her whole arm is loose and weak


    Sanskrit hum and haw, the body gradually reacted, and an electric current slipped away from the Dantian, almost making her out of control.


    Sanskrit immediately shook his head and shouted, "Damn, how can I have this reaction?"


    Ye QingHan smiled and said that he could naturally feel the touch of Sanskrit, but he didn''t point it out.


    "Elder martial sister, can you gain from fighting with Xia Jiulong?" ye QingHan opened the topic and asked calmly.


    "The mentally retarded man wants to kill me. It seems that he is determined to tear his face. However, he has accomplished me in this war. After three or five years of latent cultivation, his accomplishments may be increased by more than 30%. Although I was seriously injured, he is not well, just as good as me." Brahmin Leng snorted.


    Ye QingHan sneered, "elder martial sister, don''t blow. When I came to you, I met Xia Jiulong and had a fight with him. He estimated that there was still 40% of his accomplishments, but you didn''t even have the ability to protect yourself. There was still some gap. However, he fought with me and hurt more and more. Even with the help of pills, it is estimated that it will take three or five years to recover."


    Sanskrit bragging was exposed. With an angry cold hum, he no longer paid attention to ye QingHan.


    "Don''t be angry, elder martial sister. In fact, I''m ashamed that you can beat Xia Jiulong like that. He can defeat me with 40% of his strength, which shows his strength." ye QingHan flattered and smiled.


    Sanskrit became angry with shame. His backhand was a palm and pushed ye QingHan out of the room.


    Ye QingHan stood awkwardly outside the door, shook his head and sighed, "villains and women should not offend. The ancients did not deceive me."


    (modified version.)