The white lips moved gently, and the voice was extremely weak, "What do you want to do again..."

Linglong didn't expect to wake him up, feeling a little guilty. She thought it hurt him, but she curled her lips and gave him a blank look, and said lightly: "Murder you,"

He did not speak anymore, but closed his eyes quietly, and the only thing that made a sound was his weak breathing.

Linglong glanced at him, her cold side face, and her curves were beautiful and soft at this moment, which was really like a woman, especially the long eyelashes that were covered, which were fan-shaped and occasionally moved slightly. They were even longer than her eyelashes. No, they were longer than ordinary people and longer than anyone she had ever seen.

She snorted jealously in her heart. She was obviously a man, but she looked so evil, she was just a beauty. She was just a disaster.

Of course, she was just jealous in her heart. When she saw the deep wound again, she still looked away with a terrible look. Then the next moment, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to look over. At first, she blinked her eyelashes several times, calmed down, and finally watched it intently.

Immediately afterwards, she slowly raised her hands and folded her hands together. A ray of hot white light spread out from her ten fingers that she resisted, like clouds and mist. Suddenly, she stretched out her hands, her eyes and hands, facing the wound on his right arm in a straight line, and then slowly spread her palms, her hands straightened in parallel, her five fingers tightened, and the heat vaporized more and more intense.

Finally, he pushed forward suddenly, and the hot light stationed straight into his wound like a beam of light, spreading around him, wandering away his blood little by little.

At that moment, his ruthless brows were also tightly furrowed, but he still didn't wake up in the end. Only the blue bloodshot on his forehead spread little by little, spreading his entire body.

Linglong also began to feel that she had the heart but lacked strength at that time, which means that this man was not something that she, a century-old fairy, could bear.

However, she was already casting spells and using qi to heal him, and she couldn't stop at such a moment. She could only let go and bet whether this person had a conscience.

So, Linglong did not let go, but instead regulated her breathing and circulated her internal force in her body. She slowly twisted it in a point like her palms, and then pushed forward again with force. She stayed in her ruthless body with even stronger light than before.

At that time, she could not bear her own control at all, and could only allow the fairy energy in her body to be constantly instilled into him.

At that time, the deep hole in Wuqing's right arm was also slowly healing.

However, the speed was particularly slow. Linglong's eyes watched his eyelids gradually heavier, and his whole body and mind were shaking, but he was still motionless, like a living dead man, allowing the indoctrinated light to heal his wounds.

Linglong felt that her body had become weak, light, and could be easily picked up by someone, and her eyelids were turned up more and more frequently. Finally, her scalp numb, her hands hang down with a "bang", and she completely fainted...

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Chapter completed!