A few minutes later, all four members of Gui's family fell into a pool of blood.
"Hmph!" Ying Lang's eyes were full of sneers, "It's ridiculous that you want to use everyone's power to deal with us, but you die at the hands of everyone."
"Ying, Master Ying Lang, can we go?" After killing the four members of Gui's family, the remaining people all looked at Ying Lang cautiously. One of them seemed to be bolder and said tremblingly.
"Get out!" Ying Lang glanced at them and didn't have any good feelings towards these people.
"Yes, yes, let's get out of here, get out of here."
After getting Yinglang's permission, the remaining people ran away one by one. Some people even use all four claws at the same time. That way, they really wish their parents had two more legs.
"puff--"
As soon as everyone left, a strange flush appeared on Jinchen's face, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Jinchen!" Yinglang immediately looked at Jinchen with a worried tone.
"I'm fine." Jin Chen put an arm on Ying Lang's shoulders, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed on Ying Lang's body.
Jin Chen turned his head slightly, his lips almost touching Yinglang's ears, "And..."
Hearing Jin Chen's whisper, Ying Lang's pupils suddenly shrank and he whispered: "Okay."
"No matter what, I'll take you away first." As he said that, Yinglang supported Jinchen and stepped forward before jumping up.
At this time, Jinchen's rosy complexion suddenly turned pale, "It hurts~"
Jinchen's eyes were filled with mist, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyebrows couldn't help but curl up.
"Okay, okay, I won't leave. I'll wait for you to recover first." Seeing Jinchen's appearance, Yinglang quickly comforted him softly.
"Ugh..." Jinchen muttered, his face full of grievance.
Ying Lang casually took off a piece of clothing from his sleeve and spread it on the ground, then hurriedly helped her sit down.
"How do you feel? Where does it hurt?" Ying Lang knelt down and looked at Jinchen, his voice uncontrollably worried, and his eyes were full of her.
"I just exerted so much force, I felt my meridians twisting, ugh..." Jin Chen muttered in a low voice, looking like he was about to cry again.
"Twisted meridians? Let me take a look." Ying Lang said, grabbing one of Jinchen's hands and inserting it into the spiritual energy to check the condition of her body.
But Jinchen quickly retracted his hands and hid his two little paws behind his back, "Hmm~"
Jinchen made a reluctant sound and looked at him accusingly.
"Stop making trouble, show me." Ying Lang's face became serious and he said in a deep voice.
"Well..." Jinchen looked at Yinglang and slowly took out one of his claws.
"This..." The moment Jin Chen took out his little hand, Ying Lang was stunned.
At this time, Jinchen's entire forearm was red and slightly swollen. If you look closely, you can still see that there is heat coming out of the red arm.
Ying Lang couldn't help but feel distressed, and wanted to rub it for her, but he was afraid of hurting her.
"No wonder I felt your arms were so hot just now. How much power did you inspire? Do you know that your arms may be completely useless if you act like this!"
Although Ying Lang said words of blame, his eyes were filled with distress. His spiritual energy spread softly over his hands, and he gently massaged Jin Chen.
Ying Lang frowned, looked at Jin Chen, and said softly: "Does it hurt?"
"Well..." Jinchen pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.
Seeing Jin Chen like this, Ying Lang felt even more distressed, and said in a soft voice: "Don't mess around next time, I won't let anyone hurt you even if I fight to the death."
"Oh." Jinchen muttered in a low voice, not sure whether he heard it or not.
"How about your hands?" As Ying Lang gently rubbed them, the redness and swelling on Jinchen's forearms slowly faded away. But seeing that she kept clenching her fists slightly and her fingers trembling from time to time, Ying Lang's brows that had just relaxed began to wrinkle again.
"Well..." Jinchen slowly opened his palms and looked to the side.
"Hiss—" The moment he saw the condition of Jin Chen's palm, Ying Lang couldn't help but clench his teeth.
The condition of Jinchen's palm was even worse. At this time, she spread out a hand, which was already covered with blood.
There were scars on the palms, and in one or two of them, flesh and blood could even be seen. It's just that even the flesh and blood that is turned out is filled with anxiety.
He couldn't imagine the pain she had just endured when she swung that sword. How strong her willpower was to be able to endure such pain without saying a word.
"Don't mess around again!" Ying Lang's tone was a little harder this time, as if he wouldn't allow anyone to refuse at all.
But he still trembled slightly when he spoke. He hated, hated himself for not having the ability! He doesn't have the strength to protect the people he wants to protect!
Although she had saved him time and time again, he could only watch her get hurt, watch her be hostile to everyone, and watch her fight her way out on her own.
He hates it, he hates it so much. Hated those who wanted to harm her, hated the fourth-level monster, and hated the monster king.
I hate myself for being incompetent, powerless, and doing nothing!
Seeing Yinglang's silence, Jinchen thought he was angry and quickly promised, "I won't mess around anymore, really."
Ying Lang stopped his thoughts, looked at the girl in front of him, and sighed, "Yeah."
"Hehe, I won't do it next time." Jinchen smiled stupidly, a little heartless.
"But you have to listen to me this time." Ying Lang looked a little solemn and looked at Jin Chen seriously, "From now on, you can't mess around anymore."
"Oh." Ying Lang's eyes were blazing, and Jin Chen didn't dare to look at him, so he responded weakly.
"My Ying family has a method that can transform one's own life force into energy and transfer it to others." Ying Lang said and slowly formed seals on his hands.
"Wait a minute, what does it mean to convert life force..." Hearing Ying Lang's words, Jin Chen immediately wanted to stop her, but at this moment Ying Lang silently unleashed all the power of the sixth level of Ning Ling to suppress her.
"Don't worry, I'm still young and won't have much influence..." After finishing his words, two golden light groups appeared in Yinglang's hands, exuding soft power.
"Yinglang!" Jinchen looked at him and shook his head desperately, but he couldn't move.
"Be good, it won't hurt soon." Ying Lang said and slowly pressed the ball of light onto Jinchen's arm.
As soon as the light group and the arm came into contact, the redness and swelling on Jinchen's forearm slowly subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The injuries on his hands also slowly healed under the light.
At the same time, Ying Lang's complexion slowly turned pale. A few minutes later, Yinglang's face turned sallow, and he finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
"Yinglang." Jinchen quickly supported him and said, "Let's get out of here first."
After saying that, Jinchen helped Ying Lang get up. But as soon as the two of them got up and took a step, their legs and feet were weak and they fell to the ground. With this fall, Jin Chen suffered another internal injury, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Let's rest here for a while." Ying Lang's lips turned white and he spoke weakly.
"Well, it's up to you." Jin Chen said feebly.
At the same time, a goshawk was perched on a branch, staring closely at the two people on the ground.
"唳——"
After confirming the status of the two of them, the goshawk crows and flies away.
While the goshawk flew away, Jin Chen curled his lips and looked at Ying Lang.
Yinglang also looked at Jinchen, "It's really tiring to make me show mercy."
Yinglang didn't make a sound, just moved his lips slightly. Jinchen naturally understood what he meant and smiled knowingly.
"Let's agree first, his big claw belongs to me." Jinchen's tone was rare and serious.
"It's all yours." Ying Lang smiled and looked at Jin Chen with tender eyes.
