Chapter 161 Ye Lingling’s damaged talent, Fu Ye’s help
After helping Wu Ling check that there were no remnants of the soul from her previous life in her body and the spiritual sea, Fu Ye was dragged by Dugu Yan, the little dragon girl, out of his room by his arm.
But it can be seen from Wu Ling's expression that although she was a little confused, she must have something very important when she saw Sister Yanzi pulling Fu Ye away in a hurry.
She slowly dragged her body with serious internal injuries and wanted to get out of bed to see what was going on over there, but she finally gave up due to the strong stinging sensation.
In a daze, she lifted up her quilt with some confusion.
Wuwuwu. No wonder it hurts so much. It turns blue.
On the other side, in Dugu Yan's room, the other little girls except Wu Ling were gathered around a girl in a blue skirt, but there seemed to be something wrong with her expression.
At this moment, Fu Ye was pulled into this room by Dugu Yan. Almost at the same time, these little girls all looked at Fu Ye with hopeful eyes.
"Huh? What happened here?"
Fu Ye was still a little confused at this time, but when he felt that there was a girl with disordered breathing among these little girls, he went directly to the center where they were sitting without saying anything.
"The breath is disordered and the cultivation level regresses"
After observing the girl in front of him, Fu Ye directly gave his opinion, and he naturally knew who the little girl in front of him was.
It was Ye Lingling who was used as the soul power link terminal for six people yesterday.
In the original work, Ning Rongrong was used as the linker, but she had eaten fairy grass at that time. Even if this seven-in-one spirit fusion skill had side effects, it would still be affected by the terrifying power of the fairy grass. Medicinal repair.
But Ye Lingling's current situation is very worrying. After all, Fu Ye's examination found that the other party's body seemed not to be very healthy to begin with.
Coupled with the current state, if not treated in time, the opponent's cultivation level is likely to stagnate at level 40 and never be able to break through.
As for the treatment method, it is extremely simple. At the next level, the ginseng king who is more than ten thousand years old can help her repair her own talent.
But the best way is to first take a few petals of the strange velvet giant chrysanthemum to delay the regression of one's martial soul and the loss of soul power, and strengthen one's body.
Later, she swallowed the tenth-grade fairy Ganoderma lucidum to sublimate her bloodline and her own martial spirit.
Looking at the expectant eyes of the little girls around him, Fu Ye took out three petals of the strange velvet chrysanthemum. Because he would eat other fairy grass later, he couldn't eat too much of this thing.
"If you want to recover, you can stay here during this period. In my hand are three petals of the strange velvet giant chrysanthemum, which can help you delay the degradation of your martial soul and the regression of your cultivation."
"Take it once a week. During this period, she needs to work hard to refine the medicinal effect in the petals. After three weeks, your symptoms will basically subside. But if you want to break the curse of Wuhun, you can do it after three weeks. Come to me later.”
After hearing Fu Ye's words, all the little girls showed very proud expressions, and their expressions seemed to say.
You see, this is my man, no matter what happens, he can easily solve it for you!
"Well, I'll come back to you in three weeks."
Ye Lingling has just arrived here, and it can be seen that she is still very reserved, but there is a bit of excitement in the depths of her timid eyes.
Break the curse of Wuhun! This is something that every generation of her family has been pursuing!
"Well, get along well with these little girls during this period. If you don't understand anything, you can ask them."
Fu Ye touched her little head very naturally. Although Ye Lingling had not met Fu Ye a few times, she seemed to be dissatisfied when she saw the attitude of the little sisters around her towards the man in front of her. Resist contact with the other person's palm.
On the other side, in the God Realm, in the Shura Temple.
"tnnd, Shura, you old bastard, how dare you tie me up for so long."
But soon a smirk appeared on his lips.
Although he himself can't leave, I still have a clone on the mainland. As long as I find someone who can store my Rakshasa power to inherit the throne of Shura's successor before he becomes a god.
However, just when he laughed strangely, God Shura slowly walked in from outside the hall.
When Rakshasa saw the other party, his evil face was full of flattery.
"Uh-huh, you didn't hear anything just now, right?" But Shura didn't pay attention to his words, and just took out his black trousers belt very naturally.
"Yes, I heard everything just now. How dare you offend me, the God of law enforcement? You deserve to be punished!"
As Shura's waistband danced in the hall, scenes of whipping flesh appeared in the Shura hall.
At the same time, Douluo Continent, Wuhun Palace, deep in the dark and deep dungeon.
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
"Ouch!!!"
A guard holding a steel whip was working hard towards Tang Chuan who was placed on the dungeon wall in front of him.
Waves of shrill howls came from the cell.
The other criminals in the prison were enjoying themselves lying on their stone beds and listening to the "pleasant" screams.
Those who can be caught here are either heinous criminals or perverts who torture and kill civilians.
Although they are often beaten like this, listening to other people's screams is enjoyment for them.
"Say it or not! Say it or not!!"
A guard gradually entered the state by waving a steel whip, one after another, with a full rhythm.
And his mouth is still shouting something over and over again, do you say it or not, say it or not.
"What are you asking me for! What can I say if you don't ask me!"
The words of a thin, black boy whose clothes were ripped into pieces and covered in blood were full of anger.
That's right, besides Tang Chuan, the reincarnation of our God King, who else can enjoy such an honor?
The guards standing aside were also stunned after hearing Tang Chuan's words. Yes, they didn't seem to ask each other.
However, the guard who had already warmed up and was vigorously beating Tang Chuan didn't take it seriously.
"Don't tell me, these three words are my mantra. I didn't ask you anything, but you still dare to talk back! You should be beaten!"
"Whoosh!"
The steel whip was stained with blood, black and red.
"Brother, if we keep fighting like this, he will die."
The guard next to him couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stopped him.
"Death? He insulted our Pope in public! It would be easier for him to just die!"
"Here's the whip for you, keep whipping! Let's take turns, one hundred lashes each. He is a soul sect, and his physique is not as weak as you think! Give me a hard whip!"
At the same time, a small dark gray ball quietly sank into Tang Chuan's body. When it felt the intense resentment in Tang Chuan's body and the similar scene in front of it, it almost burst into tears!
"Boy, I have chosen you as my scapegoat!"
There is one more chapter, coming soon
(End of chapter)