Lin Fan keenly sensed the unusual behavior of Zhang Naixi.
Zhang Naixi did not contradict him.
Nor did she agree.
Instead, she fell into a stupor.
What did this mean?
It meant that Lin Fan's guess was correct.
There was no exaggeration in saying that.
Lin Fan now had a ninety percent certainty.
One should remain low-key and modest.
That missing ten percent was for...
If he was wrong!!!
There would be a graceful way to retreat.
Zhang Naixi stared blankly for several minutes, then her beautiful eyes focused intently on Lin Fan.
"Tell me, how did you analyze this?"
If she hadn't started with a script from the beginning.
Zhang Naixi would have been stunned.
But even now, she was quite amazed.
Because the script was real!!!
Her cousin hadn't lied to her.
"This is simple!!!"
Lin Fan suppressed his inner joy and, with a knowing smile, began to elaborate.
He carefully selected some...
Highly technical jargon that would be difficult for outsiders to understand.
No matter what method.
If it could convince people, it was a skill!!!
One has to admit...
Zhang Naixi didn't understand what Lin Fan was saying.
She felt this guy was very capable.
Her intuition told her this guy could very well be seriously making things up.
"Can you cure it?"
Zhang Naixi suddenly spoke, interrupting Lin Fan's self-praise.
Lin Fan was taken aback, then pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "Lin has studied medicine for a few years and, although he wouldn't claim to perform miracles, he is willing to give it a try."
He said it better than he sang.
The general meaning was:
I know some medicine, but I'm not exceptionally skilled.
If I can't cure it, it's not because I didn't try.
It's because my skills weren't up to par.
If I cure it, I will certainly benefit greatly.
After some hesitation, Zhang Naixi made up her mind!!!!!!!
Let's first cure Grandpa's illness.
We'll deal with the consequences later.
When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally go straight.
"Alright, come with me for a moment."
Zhang Naixi wasn't one to hesitate.
Either do it.
Or don't do it.
If you decide to do it, see it through to the end.
Give it your all to complete it.
At the moment Zhang Naixi turned, Lin Fan's face lit up with joy.
"It's done!!!!!!!!!!"
He thought the task would be difficult and require a lot of effort.
But in reality, he had overthought it.
Chasing the goddess isn't as simple as having hands, right?
See that.
This is what professionalism looks like.
A voice sounded.
"Naixi, wait a moment."
Zhang Naixi and Lin Fan both froze.
They stopped in their tracks.
Looking at the newcomer.
An Youyi was approaching with a medicinal patch in hand.
"Huh??? Youyi, what's going on? Σ(⊙▽⊙"a"
Zhang Naixi tilted her little head slightly.
Lin Fan was also completely baffled.
He secretly signaled An Youyi with his eyes.
'What's going on?'
An Youyi ignored Lin Fan, choosing to act as if he didn't exist, and then handed the dog-skin plaster to Zhang Naixi.
"Here, this is for you."
"For me?"
Zhang Naixi held the dog-skin plaster, her face filled with confusion.
What was this thing?!
Why did An Youyi give this to her?
What was the purpose?
An Youyi nodded, "Yes, it's for you."
A strange fragrance wafted over.
It quickly entered Zhang Naixi's nose.
"What is this?"
Lin Fan, who was standing nearby, also caught the scent.
He couldn't help but become curious as well.
An Youyi explained, "Dog-skin plaster, stick it wherever it hurts."
Her answer was concise and to the point.
Saying even one more word.
The Female Dragon Queen might chop you.
Zhang Naixi gave an awkward smile.
It sounded like those unscrupulous counterfeit drug manufacturers' slogans.
Lin Fan sniffed.
This medicinal patch smelled so aromatic!!!!!!!
"Where did you get this from?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.
Zhang Naixi didn't know the value.
But he, Lin Fan, the only Dragon King of the Dragon King Hall, knew it!!!!!!!
This plaster...
Was definitely worth more than its price!!!!!!!
Even without tearing it open and using it.
The medicinal aroma was already quite intense.
What was noteworthy...
Was that the scent of the plaster...
Wasn't particularly sharp or overpowering.
Instead, it was a refreshing fragrance that made one feel more awake.
An Youyi: "Xu Mo gave it."
Lin Fan:?????
Lin Fan was astonished.
Zhang Naixi was also greatly surprised.
Lin Fan felt like his head was about to explode.
What the hell?!?!?!
That useless rich second generation got hold of this?
Not to mention anything else.
That garbage rich kid didn't bring it himself.
Instead, he asked you to hand it over.
Why didn't he bring it to me first?
Let me take a look at it for you.
Tell me why!!!!!!!!!!
Lin Fan's mentality was about to explode.
Wasn't this Female Dragon Queen a turncoat?
"Really?! Is it really from my cousin?"
Zhang Naixi grabbed An Youyi's small hand.
Anxiously asking.
Xu Mo, as said by Xu Shi.
Occasionally did things that were peculiarly amazing.
One couldn't judge him based on common sense.
An Youyi: "Yes, he asked me to bring it to you for Zhang Hong to apply externally, stick it wherever it feels bad."
Lin Fan was furious in his heart.
This Female Dragon Queen was infuriating!!!!!!!
She actually didn't do her job under my command.
Why did she help that garbage rich second generation?
Do you know what the words "switching" mean?
Zhang Naixi calmed down after hearing this.
Suddenly.
The Female Dragon Queen made an action.
That stunned the two of them.
An Youyi raised her small hand and lightly tapped her little head, acting cute, "Oh, right, Naixi, don't tell Xu Mo. He asked me not to let you know it was him who sent it, saying he likes to keep things low-key and doesn't like to be remembered."
The Female Dragon Queen's face was expressionless.
Her tone was calm.
Without any ripple.
In stark contrast with her previous cute tapping of her little head.
It created a strong sense of contrast.
So awesome~~~~~~~~~
Zhang Naixi nodded, "Okay, I understand. I'll take this ointment to let my grandfather try it out."
So many incredible things happened tonight.
Like her inexplicable ability to hear Xu Mo's thoughts.
And discovering the truth about the world!!!!!!!
Whether it was a novel world or not.
This world, where she had lived for decades...
Was real to her!!!!!!!
As for this dog-skin plaster.
Whether it was effective or not.
She had to give it a try!!!!!!!
Zhang Naixi, with her long, white legs, ran off.
Without any hesitation, she left Lin Fan standing alone, bewildered in the wind.
This side, Zhang Naixi had just left.
Lin Fan immediately frowned and questioned An Youyi.
"Female Dragon Queen, what's your intention? Why didn't you inform me about this beforehand?"
Lin Fan was furious!!!!!!
The Dragon King's fury.
Leading to the deaths of millions.
Alright, no, that was an exaggeration.
"Yeah yeah yeah!!!!!!!"
In a place that had been secretly observing the situation from start to finish.
Xu Mo was laughing insanely.
Mother...!!
It wasn't in vain that he had put in so much effort.
Finally, the plot had returned to its rightful track!!!!!!
Excuse me, everything's alright now, buddy... cough cough evil, evil, nevermind...
Wishing everyone happiness is enough.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!