Chapter 38 Midnight Love

When he returned home, Su Han held the Totem Sutra in his hand, but he could never find anything about it. No matter how he looked at it, he did not feel like he was about to call out, or as mysterious as Manhua, which contained a thousand world.

"Is it possible that blood can be activated?" Without saying anything, Su Han took out the art knife from his pocket and scratched his fingers fiercely. Blood dripped on the cotton cloth of the Totem Sutra without any effect. The blood scabbed on the cotton cloth, and nothing strange happened.

"Wow, it's useless." Su Han quickly moved his fingers away so as not to be damaged by a treasure by blood.

Anyway, he couldn't figure it out, and simply didn't think about it. Su Han rolled up the Totem Sutra and carefully put it in his chest pocket. Only he himself understood the value of this kind of thing. It was a spiritual brand of an incarnation master, and even if it was placed in the world of cultivation, it was coaxed by people.

Once the news is leaked, everyone in the world of Xiuzhen may have red eyes and want to kill the person with treasure quickly.

With this treasure, Su Han's heart is more urgent. If there is no big breakthrough in a short time, he may be really dangerous.

I really couldn't sleep, so Su Han decided to refine the drug.

Now it's late at night, and it's quiet everywhere, and even the dogs in the village don't shout. At this time, refining drugs is really twice the result with half the effort.

He set up a medicine tripod in the yard, and a pile of firewood was filled under the medicine tripod. After being lit, he began to add half tripod water.

Water is the mother of all things. There must be this raw material in the refining materials. When the water is boiling and the smoke is foggy, Su Han began to add medicinal materials. Today, all the ten blood-shamantic herbs that were asked for from Master Tang were put in.

Holding a small stick in his hand keeps stirring. After the medicinal herbs are integrated into the hot soup, they become sticky and look particularly ugly, like melted asphalt. Every pick of the medicinal herbs soup with silk can be disgusting.

Su Han pinched his nose and was always stirring.

Manhua in the yard room was sleeping hazyly, and her nose subconsciously smelled a stinky smell and couldn't help scolding, "Who! Do you poop in front of our house in the middle of the night? Be careful that I cut your little *.

It turned out that she thought it was the ignorant child who lay under her window and pooped.

Su Han also heard the voice and couldn't help laughing, and his hand moved faster.

The smoke changed from pure white at the beginning to dark, yellow, brown, purple, and finally to pure black.

This is the color of the impurities in the evil spirit. The smoke is leaving with these impurities, and then retains the essence of the evil spirit. When it merges with the medicine soup, it becomes the blood evil elixir.

After the pure black dispersed, there was still smoke, but the smoke had become a transparent color. If it hadn't been for the strange angle distorted by the air above the tripod, it would have been really invisible.

The smell is no longer so smelly, but a strange fragrance.

Manhua in the room was still cursing, but his stomach turned hungry and was seduced by the fragrance: "Wow! Who makes delicious food? So fragrant? Isn't it a man who gets up at night to cook food? It's too unrighteous to eat alone."

She slowly got up from **, pinched a small bowl, and opened the door. She was determined to find something delicious, otherwise her stomach was really uncomfortable. She groped out of the door and saw Su Han cooking something in front of a small pot.

"Wow! Man, you are really not interesting enough. You stewed such a delicious thing at night, and you didn't say to find someone to share it. Why are you so stingy? Manhua hid a small bowl behind his back with one hand and rushed over with his other arm.

"Don't, don't." Su Han quickly stopped Manhua: "I'm boiling medicine, not porridge. Go to bed quickly." He was a little speechless, expected that everyone was asleep, but forgot Manhua, the little greedy cat.

"No, you must be a good thing." Manhua lowered his head and looked into the tripod, and almost didn't drool into it.

The ** in the tripod, with bursts of silk white color and a little rose red, looks like it makes people's index fingers move, and emits a strange fragrance, which is more than a hundred times more fragrant than the previous taste of roast chicken and roast goose.

"Hey! Manman, this is really medicine. Don't move blindly. If it breaks down, I'm going to trouble you.

Bah! Manhua spat secretly in her heart. It was clearly a pot of good soup and didn't let me drink it. I wanted to drink it. She raised her little head and stared behind Su Han: "Wow! Man, that wolf dog seems to want to drink your soup.

"Where?" Su Han looked back and found that it was empty. Then he turned around and found that Manhua was holding a small bowl in his hand, biting the string of the bowl in his mouth, and poured it anxiously with his neck up, drinking and praising: "Wow! Good thing, it's the first time I've drunk such a delicious thing.

"Auntie, you are crazy." Su Han put down the stick and ran over. This is really not porridge.

When Manhua saw Su Han running over, she also ran around the tripod and drank while running.

When he was caught by Su Han, Manhua buttoned the bowl upside down and said angrily, "What are you looking at? It's over. Don't look at it."

"You!" Su Han's mouth grew into an o-shaped shape, and his eyebrows were twisted into a piece. At the same time, he looked at Manhua and swallowed saliva: "Is it dry?"

"It's done! A mouthful of stuffy, I drink a lot, not to mention a bowl of... a bowl of porridge?" Manhua suddenly threw the bowl in his hand to the ground, and the small bowl of high imitation blue and white porcelain fell to pieces on the yellow land.

Manhua quickly ran to the room: "It's so hot, it's so hot."

Su Han looked funny and didn't care. He picked up the wooden stick and continued to stir the medicinal soup: "If you don't drink it, you have to drink it. You are so hot as a snack."

Anyway, these drugs are not too useful. Even if you drink them, it is estimated that they will be energetic for a while.

It's better to continue to endure.

"Su Han! Su Han, what on earth did you drink for me? It's so hot all over."

"Hot? You're so hot. Who let you touch my medicinal herbs? Su Hanyang was complax, whistling and working pleasantly.

Manhua's voice became louder and louder, and Su Han's heart was confused.

Don't be distracted when boiling pharmaceutical materials. You must stir them according to the rhythm. You can't be too slow or too fast. If you are shouted like this, how can you be in the mood to stir it?

"It's really troublesome. Let's see if you dare to taste my medicinal herbs in the future!" Su Han said with his mouth, but his feet walked towards Manhua's room. He still decided to use energy to dredge Manhua's excess medicine.

Otherwise, you don't have to refine the blood elixir all night.

As soon as he entered the door, Su Han felt a cold air coming to his face and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "It seems that it's really hot." At night, the temperature was moderate, not hot or cold, and Manhua actually turned on the air conditioner to the lowest level.

"Hot! It's so hot."

"Don't shout, I'll come to help you get rid of heat." Su Han closed the door and walked to Manhua, who was lying under the air conditioner and blowing the cold wind.

Manhua is hot inside, and cold outside will definitely not solve the problem. The cold wind blows on the body, and the skin is cool, but the inside of the body is like a small fireball, holding back and forth.

"Turn around and I'll treat you." Su Han hooked his finger, and a tattoo needle appeared in his hand.

Fortunately, this thing can be used as a blade, and it can also make people know that they are a person in the tattoo, and can even be used as a weapon. It is a real fun of killing three birds with one stone.

As soon as Manhua turned around, his consciousness was a little confused, and suddenly took off his pajamas: "It's so hot, it's so hot."

Puff! Su Han almost had a nosebleed. Manhua's figure was really better. His arms were slender and his skin was tight. Two huge white rabbits kept swaying in front of his chest. If it hadn't been for the black lace cup, the little white rabbit would have broken freed out.

A pair of beautiful legs were slender and straight, and suddenly appeared in front of Su Han, which stimulated the * in his lower abdomen. It burned up and warmed all over. The lace black lace underwear loomed, and it seemed that you could see the juicy black forest at any time.

"Oh, my God." Before Su Han could react, Manhua had rushed over.

He hugged Su Han's thin back with both hands, and his feet were like long and dexterous water snakes, wrapping Su Han's legs.

The full chest rubbed around in front of Su Han.

"This is a good thing from heaven." Su Han even shook the idea in his heart, and his hands also responded, holding Manhua.

"Hold me tightly, hold me tightly, I'm so hot." For the hot Manhua, Su Han is no different from a big natural ice cube, holding it tightly and feeling even cold all over.

The pair of big things on the chest completely changed their shape under the tight embrace of Su Han and Manhua. Maybe they felt that there would be a bondage. Manhua loosened his hands, hooked his long forearm on his back, and removed the iron hook on his bra.

Papa!

The two back straps of the corset scattered, and the shoulder straps hung casually on the shoulders, looking a little more charming.

Maybe it is to maximize the heat of the body, Manhua keeps moving his body to ensure that every place can be cold.

In Su Han's eyes, he was very charming. He finally knew why those audiences liked to watch pole dancing.

They imagine themselves as steel pipes.

In the face of Manhua's twisting, Su Han really wants to give up the feeling of struggling. He wants to use it in the hardest body part at some special moments, * Manhua's body, to enjoy the blend of ice and fire, and the touch of ice and fire.

Holding Manhua in his arms, a soft model, Su Han's nostrils always have pure fragrance, hooking this inner hole, especially the other party's long and smooth calf. When he hooks himself, he can feel it even through thick trousers. Silk is delicate.

"Totem Sutra, no wonder you have to absorb Manhua into it. I can't even control it." Su Han shouted wildly in his heart.