The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 349 Peeping at Bathing
The courtyard instantly sprang into action.

Under Ye Ling's command, several orcs quickly carried over a few large iron pots and set them up in the center of the courtyard, with wood piled underneath, but they did not rush to light them.

Following the instructions of the Golden Silkworm King, Su Xiyue quickly sorted out the "ghost fire flowers" and "bone-rotting grass" whose very names sent chills down one's spine.

These poisonous plants have bizarre colors and a pungent smell; holding them in your hand makes your skin feel slightly numb.

"This...this really works?"

The old witch doctor held several blackish-purple will-o'-the-wisps in his hands, his cloudy old eyes filled with fear.

The Golden Silkworm King impatiently snatched the Ghost Fire Flower: "What are you afraid of? Poisonous insects must be killed with poison. Three parts bone-rotting grass, two parts ghost fire flower, and grab a handful of wormwood leaves to neutralize the medicinal properties."

He then instructed Su Xiyue to add several other auxiliary herbs, paying attention to the dosage, as these were used to neutralize the toxicity.

Remembering something, he turned around and walked to several large iron pots, bent down and spat into them a few times.

His saliva… no… holy water is the medicinal ingredient, capable of inhibiting the reproduction of poisonous insects and weakening their toxicity; this is the key.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several orcs standing to one side and shouted irritably, "What are you all standing there for? Fill these pots with water, start a fire, and make sure the water boils."

Upon hearing the Golden Silkworm King's roar, the orcs immediately responded and sprang into action.

Ye Ling also walked over and subtly cut her finger with an ice blade. A few drops of blood fell into the pot, but were quickly washed away by the water and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Although I don't want to be used as a blood transfusion bag, I can still squeeze a few drops of fresh blood into it as a medicinal ingredient.

Golden Silkworm King caught a glimpse of Ye Ling's movements out of the corner of his eye, and the corner of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

He cleared his throat, about to make a sarcastic remark.

As if she knew what he wanted to say, Ye Ling spoke first in a cold tone: "Watch your mouth. If you don't know what to say and what not to say, I don't mind teaching you properly."

The Golden Silkworm King, caught by that chilling gaze, swallowed back the mockery that was on the tip of its tongue, muttering under its breath, "What are you glaring at me for? I'm a sacred creature."

He turned to the orcs and commanded, "Make the fire bigger and the water boiling so that the medicinal properties can be extracted."

The voice just fell.

Mo Lin's figure suddenly appeared, dressed in black, like a soul-reaping messenger in the night. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes seemed to hide millennia of ice, making people dare not approach him easily.

His gaze fell on the blond man who was the Golden Silkworm King in human form, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly: "Who is he?"

He had never seen this blond-haired, golden-eyed man before, nor could he tell how strong he was, but his intuition told him that this orc was dangerous.

Sensing Mo Lin's gaze, the Golden Silkworm King immediately straightened its back, its golden eyes looking at him defiantly: "This silkworm belongs to Yue'er..."

"He is the Golden Silkworm King."

Su Xiyue quickly interrupted him, afraid that he would say something shocking like "eighth beast husband" and cause Ye Ling to go berserk again.

Not only is Ye Ling going berserk, but Mo Lin is also likely to go berserk.

"The Golden Silkworm King?"

Xuan Yuanming, who had just appeared at the courtyard gate, strode in, his dark gold beast robe particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

His deep eyes landed precisely on the Golden Silkworm King, his expression one of utter astonishment: "He can transform into human form?"

Throughout history, there has never been any record of sacred objects being able to take human form, nor has it been recorded in the ancient books of the dragon race.

Mo Lin was equally surprised. His icy gaze, like a tangible blade, swept across the excessively handsome face of the Golden Silkworm King. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he remained silent.

The Golden Silkworm King always stayed in Yue'er's space, and Yue'er would go in to take a bath from time to time.

Doesn't this mean that Yue'er's body has already been seen naked by this Golden Silkworm King?

Thinking of this, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The chill emanating from the body made the campfire in the courtyard flicker, as if the air itself were about to freeze.

The Golden Silkworm King felt inexplicably guilty as he was stared at by several cold gazes.

He moved closer to Su Xiyue and muttered, "Yue'er, why are all these guys staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Su Xiyue's lips twitched slightly, and she silently moved half a step to the side to create some distance: "They probably haven't seen such a... beautiful sacred object before, so they're just taking a second look."

"nice?"

The Golden Silkworm King touched his face and smirked smugly: "That's true, I am naturally beautiful."

Su Xiyue: “…”

Isn't this silkworm a bit too narcissistic?

Feng Su suddenly floated in, pinching his nose and fanning himself with a look of disgust: "Ugh, what's that smell? It's more pungent than lime. Old man, are you brewing poison?"

He exaggeratedly walked around the medicine pots, clearly aiming to get close to Su Xiyue. With a glance from his peach blossom eyes, he saw the Golden Silkworm King.

Feng Su raised an eyebrow dangerously: "Oh, where did this golden-haired chicken come from? It's quite good-looking."

He had a smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

The Golden Silkworm King's face darkened, and he instantly bristled: "You're the chicken! Your whole family are chickens, and you're all showy turkeys. I am a sacred object, a sacred object, don't you understand?"

Upon hearing the phrase "flashy turkey," Feng Su's lips twitched, and she deliberately hid behind Su Xiyue: "Yue'er, this golden-haired turkey is so fierce~"

"you…"

The Golden Silkworm King was so angry that his fingertips trembled, and a strand of golden silk thread appeared and disappeared, about to be flicked out.

"enough!"

Su Xiyue pressed her temples, her head aching. "What time is it? Still making a fuss? Shouldn't we prepare the plague antidote?" She turned to the Golden Silkworm King, softening her tone. "Little Golden, the medicine is almost ready. What should we do next?"

The Golden Silkworm King glared at Feng Su, barely suppressing his anger: "Wait until the medicine boils three times to fully integrate my 'holy water,' then let it cool to a warm temperature before drinking."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, his golden eyes darting around as he pointed at Ye Ling: "He only secretly dripped a few drops just now, that's too stingy. Adding a little more would make the medicine even more effective."

"Shh!"

Several pairs of eyes instantly turned to Ye Ling, their expressions inscrutable.

Ye Ling's silver eyes glared dangerously at the Golden Silkworm King, her aura turning icy: "Are you courting death?"

"Oh dear, are you getting angry because you've been exposed?"

The Golden Silkworm King snuggled closer to Su Xiyue, looking completely innocent. "Look at him, Yue'er! He won't even shed a drop of blood for the safety of the tribe!"

"you…"

Ye Ling's knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists.

"All right."

Su Xiyue stepped between the two, afraid they would start fighting again. "Ye Ling's blood does have miraculous effects, but it's just a drop in the ocean. Xiao Jin, you should spit a few more times."

She realized that the Golden Silkworm King held a grudge and would seize any opportunity to trip up Ye Ling.

The Golden Silkworm King pouted and reluctantly spat a few more mouthfuls of "holy water" into the medicine pot, muttering, "My saliva is precious too, you know..."

Feng Su pinched her nose and leaned closer to the medicine pot, peering into the bubbling black liquid inside. She frowned in disgust: "Is this stuff really drinkable? Won't it poison someone to death?"

The old witch doctor also cautiously approached, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the pot: "Lord Golden Silkworm King, isn't this medicine too strong? Should we add some licorice to balance it out?"

The Golden Silkworm King had not yet spoken.

Feng Su looked the Golden Silkworm King up and down in disbelief, her voice rising eight octaves: "What did you say? He's the Golden Silkworm King? The fat worm that Yue'er keeps in her space, all he does is eat mulberry leaves and spin silk all day?"

The Golden Silkworm King's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll say it again, it's not an insect, it's a sacred object."

Feng Su took two exaggerated steps back, clutching her chest in feigned shock: "Heavens, Yue'er, you actually keep such a shapeshifting creature by your side? Does he not peep at you while you bathe every day?"

These words were like a bomb, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere in the courtyard.

"boom."

A sudden burst of chilling energy erupted from Ye Ling's body, and her silver eyes flashed with a dangerous light, shooting towards the Golden Silkworm King like sharp swords.

If looks could kill, the Golden Silkworm King would probably be riddled with holes by now.

Mo Lin's eyes narrowed into thin lines, and his killing intent almost solidified.

The medicine bowl in Xuanyuan Ming's hand cracked with a "crack," and his dark golden eyes narrowed dangerously.

Several terrifying auras locked onto the Golden Silkworm King at the same time, and the air seemed to freeze.

The Golden Silkworm King trembled at the sight, his long golden hair seemingly standing on end. He hurriedly waved his hands and explained, "No, absolutely not. I swear to heaven, I have never peeked at Yue'er taking a bath."

Even if they saw everything, they wouldn't admit it. Wouldn't that be courting death?
In order to avoid a violent death, he quickly explained, "I spend most of my time sleeping and cultivating. Even when I'm awake, I'm either eating mulberry leaves or spinning silk, or I'm facing away from her. How could I be in the mood to watch her take a bath?"

Even Yue'er dared not call out now, fearing that her head would be blown off at any moment.

Su Xiyue sighed, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

This is nothing.

She quickly changed the subject: "The medicine is almost ready, let's try it out first."

As she spoke, she picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the medicinal liquid in the pot. The dark brown liquid churned and emitted a pungent odor.

The old witch doctor cautiously approached: "This tastes too strong, how can the patient drink it?"

The Golden Silkworm King, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly replied, "Good medicine tastes bitter; the harder it is to drink, the better it is."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly glancing at the few beastmen who were still eyeing him menacingly, his heart pounding with anxiety.

I should have known better than to transform into human form. Now look what's happened; I've been targeted by these evil spirits, and my days are probably numbered.
Feng Su, however, persisted, her peach blossom eyes narrowing dangerously: "Little Golden Insect, you'd better tell the truth. What if this clan leader finds out you've been peeping at Yue'er?"

He made a throat-slitting gesture and laughed in a chilling way.

The Golden Silkworm King swallowed hard, trying to appear calm: "I am an upright and honorable person, how could I do such a despicable thing?"

The fact is that he did see it, and more than once.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the idea of ​​becoming the eighth beast husband.

Ye Ling snorted coldly, the chill in her silver eyes undiminished: "That would be for the best."

Mo Lin walked directly to Su Xiyue's side, possessively putting his arm around her waist, but his cold gaze was fixed on the Golden Silkworm King: "Yue'er, since he can transform into human form, he is naturally not suitable to enter the space anymore."

Su Xiyue knew, of course, that since the Golden Silkworm King could transform into human form, it was naturally not suitable for him to go inside again.

It's impossible to keep it as a pet anymore.

"I know."

She nodded slightly, agreeing quite readily.

The Golden Silkworm King's eyes dimmed, and he regretted transforming into human form even more, but he said nothing.

Xuan Yuanming spoke up at the right moment: "Now that the medicine is ready, let's find someone to come and try it out."

Despite his crazy rants and occasional outbursts, he is actually the most calm and rational person.