Bigu Pill

Huo Ze stood in place, silently pondering, not knowing exactly how intelligent mutated beasts could be. Ye Hangzhi's method of training animals was indeed too advanced.

But soon, he no longer had the mind to think about this.

— Huo Ze discovered that he was full.

Yesterday, he had thought he had drunk too much tea, but today he still didn't feel hungry at all. This was a bit strange. Huo Ze suppressed his suspicion, lowered his head to take a sip of porridge, swallowed it, and almost became too full to move. Was it really because of the tea, or something else... He knew the feeling of hunger well, so he found this abnormal reaction of his body hard to believe.

Meanwhile, Ye Hangzhi was carefully savoring the sweet brown sugar mantou, feeling very satisfied in his heart. He evaluated the exquisite noodles that were almost identical, then looked at the young man silently eating porridge in front of him, and couldn't help but lament once again how pitiful this child's fate was.

A wealthy college student, who should have been a pampered young master whose ten fingers never touched spring water. Even struggling in the apocalypse, he should have been a leader. How did he have so many cooking skills! Yes, cooking skills. Because Ye Hangzhi had never eaten mantou, he had no knowledge of this dish.

Just as Ye Hangzhi was thinking that the Heavenly Dao was truly insidious and cunning, Huo Ze finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Mr. Ye, may I ask if you have any medicine for stomachaches in your house?"

"No, why?"

Huo Ze rubbed his stomach, looking a bit embarrassed: "I seem to have indigestion. I haven't felt hungry these past two days, and if I eat too much, my stomach hurts."

Ye Hangzhi, who was eating the mantou, suddenly paused and said in slight surprise: "Your stomach hurts if you eat too much?"

Huo Ze nodded: "My stomach hasn't been very good since I was a child. It easily gets bloated."

"So that's how it is. Then don't eat food anymore in the future," Ye Hangzhi suddenly realized. He took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Huo Ze. Inside was a week's supply. "When you run out, come ask me for more."

Huo Ze: ...

His face stiffened for a moment, his voice slightly gritting: "Thank you. May I ask what medicine this is?"

"Bigu Pill," Ye Hangzhi answered truthfully, without deceiving Huo Ze.

There was a reason why he didn't hide it from Huo Ze. Because Huo Ze had behaved very well yesterday, not doing anything to displease him. Furthermore, Ye Hangzhi's primary target was the Heavenly Dao, and the two of them shared a common enemy... Ye Hangzhi unilaterally regarded Huo Ze as a tamed spirit pet. The kind of spirit pet that was relatively proactive and required a bit more effort to nurture.

After all, Huo Ze had a flaw that could not be ignored: he tended to overthink. Of course, Huo Ze himself didn't know this, and even if he did, it would be hard for him to understand Ye Hangzhi's train of thought. He remained silent for a long time, seemingly trying to analyze Ye Hangzhi's brain waves, and finally couldn't help but ask: "If eating this Bigu Pill means there's no need to eat food, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You can eat food, but it's because you are too weak," Ye Hangzhi said very reasonably, gesturing with a mantou. "Look, I also need to use Bigu Pills, but I can eat more than you." How could he know that mortals also suffered from stomachaches? The concept of physical pain was very distant from Ye Hangzhi.

Huo Ze: ...

In both of his lifetimes, he had never been so speechless.

"Yes, I am too weak," he said expressionlessly, not angry at all.

Then, Huo Ze paused for a moment and continued: "Mr. Ye, can I go to the pharmacy in the future to buy some stomach medicine and cold medicine to keep on hand?" No matter how speechless he was, he still had to secretly test his level of freedom.

Meanwhile, Ye Hangzhi was still lamenting Huo Ze's weakness, so he casually agreed: "Wait until you can produce flames on your hand before you go. Remember to bring the spirit dog, just in case." After all, this kid was so weak; what if he went out of the valley alone and met bad people? It was still safer to bring the spirit dog.

As for Huo Ze's mood... He was currently very tired and didn't want to ask Ye Hangzhi how he knew he had a fire-system special ability. After all kinds of things happened last night, Huo Ze had been forced to accept the act of this profound and unpredictable "Master Ye," harboring countless speculations about mysterious hidden clans and ancient Daoists in his heart.

To prevent Ye Hangzhi from saying things that would make him unable to control his expression, Huo Ze quickly agreed to Ye Hangzhi's suggestion and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, what is your little spirit dog's name?"

Ye Hangzhi raised his eyebrow: "It doesn't have a name."

In the past, spirit pets would proactively come to his door to seek apprenticeship, and they were born with names. Ye Hangzhi had truly forgotten about this. He looked at the Golden Retriever acting cute at Huo Ze's feet, and while eating porridge, he said casually, "Since you like the spirit dogs so much, you name them."

Hearing this, the Golden Retriever nodded enthusiastically, and even the fat white spirit dog lying flat on the ground hurriedly rolled over to look at Huo Ze. Huo Ze pondered for a long time, seemingly thinking very carefully, and finally said seriously: "Xiao Jin, Da Bai."

Ye Hangzhi: ...

He seemed to have discovered the second flaw of this second-generation spirit pet. Master Ye frowned deeply, his voice rarely showing a trace of fluctuation.

"No!"