I seemed to hear a "peng" sound, and then the entire space disappeared in front of my eyes. It was as if I didn't hear anything, and it suddenly penetrated through.

In short, the endless chaotic space in my heart suddenly disappeared.

The remnant soul of my master is no longer complete. The secret that Uncle Johnny told me before, the few strands of his remnant soul can no longer be gathered together? My heart is anxious, sad and heavy, just like a person who is important to you, he

After losing a part of your body, you feel relieved that I didn't completely lose him, but you still feel extremely heartbroken for him.

The emotions in my heart are like a volcano that is about to erupt, but I can't say anything. All the emotions make me want to call out to Master, but I feel like I am falling, floating lightly at an unknown height, and there is nothing.

Invisible places.

Then at a certain point, I fell hard, and then my whole body was in severe pain, and my throat was so dry that smoke was almost coming out. I couldn't say the word "Master", but I could only hear my own indistinct moans in the hazy state.

Then, I had a feeling that my consciousness was beginning to wake up and my soul was beginning to relax. I really wanted to curse, who made me lie here, lying on a place covered with a thousand needles? It hurts my whole body? Is it that god?

? His new kind of torture?

Of course I can remember everything, the moment when I blocked the thunder, the transmission of the law in the chaotic space. I was very clear and I was not dead. At the moment when I faced the world, the wheels of life began to roll again, and the emotions of severe pain and irritability surged up, and at the same time, I felt a kind of concern.

Worries also appeared, what happened to the silly and worrying Grandma Ling Qing?

However, thinking of my master's words, my mood should have calmed down a little bit again.

I felt as if I had been wanting to speak, but what I heard was a fragile and weak intermittent 'gurgling' sound in my throat. At this time, a footsteps appeared in the room very clearly.

"Dong, dong, dong" step by step is so regular, it sounds like the distance traveled by each step has been carefully measured, so consistent.

The footsteps stopped when they reached where I was lying. I didn't know who it was and what it was doing. Was it the so-called god? I immediately rejected this idea, because not only did the person who came not look like that god

It's not surprising, but it affects a person's ultimate aura. On the contrary, there is a kind of stiffness that cannot be felt by an ordinary person's aura.

Who could it be? My brain has fully recovered my ability to think at this moment, but the severe pain and heaviness made me unable to open my eyes and speechless.

However, the next moment, I felt my body being lifted up all of a sudden. The movement was fast, the force was so even, and it was a standardized pattern. I even didn't realize that I was being lifted up, until my body suddenly felt a...

The severe pain made me couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain, and then I realized what had happened.

Then, without allowing me to think, I felt a bowl-shaped object put to my mouth, and my lower jaw was pinched open. The force was just right, allowing me to close my mouth from ear to ear, and not using too much force to cause pain.

A liquid with a strange aroma but actually a bitter taste was poured into my mouth slowly, slowly and very rhythmically.

Every time I poured a little bit into my mouth, I would hear the sound of a bowl being placed, and then my throat would be wiped, allowing me to swallow the liquid smoothly.

I really wanted to resist, but not only was my whole body in severe pain, but my strength also disappeared without a trace. I couldn't even move. In addition, my throat was thirsty. I already longed for water. Even bitter liquids can be moisturizing.

It took a while, so I could only swallow it passively.

There shouldn't be much of this liquid. The person who came here moved so slowly and carefully that it only took me a few minutes to drink all the liquid in the bowl. And judging from his movements, it seemed that this liquid was very precious? Because of this movement

Be careful not to waste a drop of liquid.

Is this kind of torment supposed to be over? I thought that was the case, but then I heard two more regular footsteps from where I was, and stopped where I was lying.

Then, water was poured again, this time it was real water, but the taste, you could tell in one sip, it was with honey added, the pure taste should be the best honey.

Compared to the extremely bitter liquid, this honey water was simply the most wonderful thing for me who was still thirsty. I started to swallow it involuntarily.

However, compared to the bitter liquid, the amount of honey water seemed to be enough, and the people who fed me acted much more casually. Anyway, they stopped until I couldn't drink it anymore and choked a lot.

When I thought I was done again, a bowl of warm food with an intoxicating aroma was brought to my nose, and then a spoonful of soft and easy-to-swallow porridge entered my mouth.

Although I couldn't open my eyes, I could feel it with my tongue. There must be meat in this porridge? Vegetables? There is also an unknown medicinal flavor. In short, it is extremely delicious, and every bite I swallow makes me feel warm and explosive.

In my belly, my whole body felt warm.

I ate greedily until I heard the sound of the bowl being empty, feeling very regretful.

Unfortunately, unlike honey water, this porridge only has so much, and there is no more.

All these things are very complicated, but I can feel the state of careful care and caution. I wonder in my heart, where am I? Why am I being taken care of by so many people? Could it be that my heart is beating suddenly?

Did Master and the others appear and take care of me?

But the next moment I rejected this idea, I would recognize Master no matter what he looked like, because he had a familiar "flavor" on him, and this "flavor" refers to a feeling!

These people are hollow and stiff, without that kind of flavor.

My body was put down again. This time I no longer felt like I was lying on a thousand needles. Well, two hundred less? In short, the sting was still painful.

These people did not leave, but began to mess with me. I felt like they were peeling off bandages layer by layer. I couldn't help but cursed in my heart: "X, could it be that I have turned into a mummy?

?” Because this feeling of being peeled off is so strange.

But the next moment, I started to enjoy it again, because a cold and cool ointment was applied to my body. When it touched my skin, it was like I was a hot and uncomfortable volcano, and a moistening process

The silent drizzle seemed to soothe me, and my pain was relieved a lot.

These people's fingers would occasionally touch my skin. I could tell they were men's hands, but they were so cold that I couldn't guess what the environment I was in was. Of course, I couldn't guess who these people were.

I could only adapt to the situation, or maybe, because it was too comfortable, I fell asleep again.

Sleep peacefully and dreamlessly.

I have no concept of time at all. I only remember that such tedious things happened several times while sleeping, and I don't bother to remember the specific times.

Because I feel that my body is developing in a good direction, the tingling feeling is getting lighter and lighter, and it is replaced by a numb and itchy feeling. I remember a certain moment, I really couldn't stand the itching, and my fingers

I was able to move slightly, and I heard footsteps again.

This time, those regular footsteps became softer, as if they were fearful and respectful? Because among these footsteps, there was a seemingly peaceful but endlessly domineering footsteps that appeared where I was.

It was so itchy, it was so itchy that I had to scratch it. I didn't care about anything at all, I just wanted to scratch the places that seemed to itch all over my body.

Finally, I was able to raise my hand, but just as I raised it, I felt that my already weak wrist was grabbed by a hand. He seemed to be careless and not using much force, but I couldn't break free now.

From the moment he grabbed me, I had the urge to sneer, jump up and fight with him again, because who else could it be? That god. I could sense his aura.

Where did I really think this place was? It turned out that it fell into his hands. Although he took good care of me, which is strange. But I definitely don't think he has any good motives, because of his character and

Cold, I've seen it before.

"Chen Chengyi, you are itchy, right? Therefore, you should not touch any part of your body, because this is the state of recovery. I am very happy that you did not waste my precious medicinal materials. You have a good foundation, so your recovery is also good.

I can't wait to hear it." The so-called god's voice sounded in my ears.

I endured the itching feeling all over my body, and my brows suddenly wrinkled slightly. I clearly felt a trace of greed in his words. What does this mean?

Is this the purpose behind his careful care of me?

It seemed that my situation was not good, and various conditions piled up, and my heavy eyelids finally showed signs of loosening. After struggling for a long time, I finally opened my eyes.
Chapter completed!