(God's perspective)
Ying Tianqing is the most beautiful and quiet place in the upper world.
But for these sacred grasses, this is also the cruelest place.
After they gained spiritual consciousness, they could only watch as their companions were used as medicine.
Now this little god with the red rope around his neck was like that, he was watching his friend die.
"Hey mortal, can you cure the dead ambrosia? Like you just did?"
The little god helped Yun Qishen change out of his dirty clothes while asking him questions.
"Treat..." Yun Qishen returned to his stupid look.
The little god nodded to Yun Qishen, "Yes, cure it and bring back the dead!"
"……good……"
Yun Qishen covered his head in pain. He squatted down and threw aside the little gods who were changing his clothes.
"Dead... ah... uh..."
Various scenes flashed through Yun Qishen's mind, including the woman in red who fell in the sea of fire, the black dragon that fell in the fight, and the black shadow rushing towards him.
"ah--"
Yun Qishen lay curled up on the ground, pinching his neck with his hands.
The little gods around didn't know what was going on.
"What, what's wrong with this mortal!"
"He will die if he is strangled like this."
"No, no, if he dies, Lord Wangchen will blame us."
"Yes, yes, if the Mirror Slave Goddess knows about it!"
"Please stop him quickly!"
These little gods worked together to pull Yun Qishen's hand away, and Yun Qishen could breathe steadily.
Du Wangchen, who hadn't seen Yun Qishen for a while, realized something was wrong and came over to check.
The little god who saw Du Wangchen coming was expecting a savior.
"Lord Wanchen! Lord Wanchen! Go and have a look. Someone is going to die!"
The little god led Du Wanchen to Yun Qishen. At this time, although Yun Qishen no longer pinched his neck, he was beating his hand hard, and it looked like it was broken.
Du Wanchen sighed and quickly walked up to Yun Qishen's back and knocked him out with his magic power.
As Yun Qishen fell into a coma, the frightened little gods around him came back to their senses.
"Are all mortals so crazy? What is he doing?"
"Lord Wangchen, why does the goddess want us to enhance his healing power?"
"It's almost impossible for a guy who wants to hurt himself like him to learn."
The little gods each expressed their own thoughts, but Du Wangchen just listened but did not answer.
The little god with the red rope didn't express any opinion.
Somehow, the little god with the red rope felt that Yun Qishen could save the fairy grass.
"Everyone, go prepare your clothes. The mortals here should come down and deal with it.
It's really tiring for you. "
Du Wanchen helped Yun Qishen up again, and then he turned his head and glanced at the water in the medicinal bath.
“The ingredients in the medicated bath are wrong, please change them.
Get the potion in the lower room for him to use. "
"But Master Wanchen, that is your most precious potion, and you are using it on this mortal?"
Some minor gods were reluctant.
Du Wangchen counted the time and sighed slightly, "Don't ask, just get ready, we don't have much time."
"yes."
Some of the little gods ran away to prepare things.
Du Wangchen was also busy cleaning Yun Qishen.
When Yun Qishen's inner clothes were taken off by the little god, the stitches and stitches on his back were revealed.
"Wow! Who is this mortal? Have the sutures at the back sealed his spiritual veins?"
The little god looked at the stitching marks on Yun Qishen's back in surprise.
Du Wanchen was also surprised for a moment, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He believes that mortals are always full of strange things.
These needles and threads are probably also methods used by mortals to increase their magic power.
He was not curious, but those little gods were. While helping Yun Qishen clean it, they asked Du Wanchen what the purpose of this needle and thread was.
Du Wanchen had no choice but to use magic to check the stitching marks on Yifan Qi's deep back.
The inspection here immediately made Du Wanchen's expression become mixed.
The little gods couldn't see Du Wangchen's emotions, so they pressed the question more closely.
"Lord Wanchen! Lord Wanchen! Please tell me what's the use."
Du Wanchen sighed, "Only one spiritual vein was left, and the others were all cut off. Maybe mortals couldn't find it out and didn't give him timely treatment. Although he had spiritual power, he couldn't use it.
The demonic energy in this mortal's body is contrary to his original spiritual power.
It may be that this method of cutting off the spiritual veins is used to maintain his current body of one spirit and demon.
I don’t know the specific details. If I can restore his damaged spiritual veins, maybe his healing skills will become stronger. "
Du Wanchen thought this idea was the most time-saving and labor-saving, but suddenly he realized that Yun Qishen's spiritual veins would naturally become stronger after restoring their spiritual energy, and then the demon blood in his body would be under the influence of spiritual power. Collapse. The result would still be his destruction.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Horrible, terrible. What kind of person can calculate a person's physique so comprehensively!
On the one hand, it retains the purest spiritual power, and on the other hand, it can be skillfully integrated into the devil's blood.
The person who cuts off the spiritual veins for this mortal must not be simple.
If this mortal's spiritual veins continue and he develops immortal skills, then there may be another "mortal killing the immortal".
"This is a good thing! Master Bianchen, let's hurry up and prepare to restore his spiritual veins."
The little god with the red rope was looking forward to it very much. As long as the mortal healing technique in front of him became stronger, then his friend would have a greater chance of surviving.
"Don't worry, the magic power in his body is very messy. It needs a little adjustment."
Du Wanchen gently outlined the shapes of the stitching marks with his hands.
What does the word "泷" mean? Does it mean that this mortal belongs to the devil?
At the same time, on Tianyuan Jingnu's side, Ling Yaoqing intercepted her halfway.
"You have great ideas and I admire you very much."
Ling Yaoqing's purple figure slowly approached Tianyuan Mirror Slave.
Tianyuan Jingnu opened his eyes slightly vigilantly.
At this time, Ling Yaoqing raised her hand to block Tianyuan Jingnu's eyes.
"I advise you not to open those eyes in front of me. I know you hate me, but it doesn't help if you hate me.
I said, I appreciate you so I keep you.
Let me remind you, don’t think about taking advantage of others, because you are also being taken advantage of. "
After saying that, Ling Yaoqing left with a smile.
Tianyuan Jingnu's hand was held tightly, and she relaxed after Ling Yaoqing's breath completely disappeared.
"Master God, how should I be?"
Tianyuan Jingnu is sad because she is sad, and she will not show her sadness now. Because no one except the God Emperor would come to comfort her.
As long as the God Emperor is resurrected, everything will come back.
Tianyuan Jingnu was so full of expectations that she pinned her hopes on Yun Qishen's healing ability.
