Who is this?! Could it be that pervert Feng Xiaoxun?!

Luo Qingyu checked other parts of his body again, but there were no scars when he saw him again. It seemed-

What made him so weak was the injury on his chest.

Luo Qingyu gently pressed the scar on the tip of his fingertips, and Di Shiyin's body shook slightly, and a trace of pain appeared between his eyebrows.

Luo Qingyu didn't dare to touch it anymore, and looked at the scar and was ecstatic.

She had never studied medicine and could only handle and bandage the wound simply, but the wound on Indra was not an ordinary wound. I was afraid that ordinary methods would not work at all!

How to deal with it?

If she had known that she would have to deal with today's situation, she would have been pestering Indra to study medicine!

It wouldn't be like today, holding him in a coma and helpless!

She looked at the wound on his body again, and her heart suddenly moved!

I felt that the shape of the palm looked familiar, so she pressed the palm on it with a false impression—

The whole person was as if he was frozen there!

The palm print was surprisingly consistent with her palm, and it was exactly the same. This palm print was actually left by her!

There was a loud bang in her mind, how could this happen?!

How could she be so cruel to her master?!

Even if he forced her to practice martial arts these days, she wanted to shoot him away when she was very tired, but she would never want to kill him!

This palm looked like the kind of person who had tried his best, and the scars left by this palm were not something she could have left behind by the skill she had learned.

She remembered the blood-red thing again in a daze, and fought with her for control of her body-

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there is another soul in my body?!

The blood-red color should be a super strong vengeful spirit, right?

When did such an existence exist in your body?

Why don't you know it?

She closed her eyes slightly, trying to use the exorcism she had learned to sense the "thing" in her body.

Just as she was about to use her skills, a faint voice rang out: "Qingyu, don't sense it!"

Although the sound is weak, it is very clear and beautiful.

Luo Qingyu was delighted and quickly looked down. Sure enough, seeing that Di Shiyin had opened his eyes, he raised his hand to stop her, but his hand just moved like this and then fell down weakly.

The injury he suffered this time was more serious than ever. The pain in his chest seemed to be turning around, his whole body was weak, and he was too lazy to move a finger.

When confronting Feng Xiaoxun, he used all his potential, but he could only block his two moves.

When Feng Xiaoxun threatened him with Luo Qingyu in the later stage, he used all his strength to force himself to stand up straight-up-

It seemed like a knife was stirring inside his internal organs. His face turned pale and cold sweat came out from time to time.

"Master!" Luo Qingyu had seen him wake up and liked him, but suddenly saw his sudden change in his face and felt a sneer in his heart: "Master, does it hurt very much?"
Chapter completed!