"He's gone. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Tong Haoran said.

Feng Zitong nodded: "Then disperse, I will live in the Lingtong Medical Center tonight." ”

Since he told Mo Yanhuang to go back in two days, he just went back to the temple the day after tomorrow, and he really didn't want to stay with that man.

Late at night, Feng Zitong simply washed up and then went to bed.

As soon as he finished treating Feng Aya, he ran to the dungeon without resting, and when he got to bed, he fell asleep instantly.

Feng Zitong's whereabouts, Mo Yanhuang was in control at all times, and he also guessed that the little thing that came back early would definitely not return to the temple to live.

When Feng Zitong fell asleep, he appeared in her room.

Even though he stood in the dark, he still couldn't stop his nobility, and his perfectly lined face was even more mysterious in the dark shadows.

Isolated Feng Zitong's senses, he sat on the edge of the bed with confidence, quietly looked at Feng Zitong's side face, and enjoyed this quiet moment.

There is no good way to heal the soul root of the little thing, but something happened over there.

He reached out and stroked Feng Zitong's cheek~

Mu Yingyan is trying his best to find the next generation of the successor of the Emperor of the Middle Realm, so that he can hurry back, it seems that he also has to use the worst way to restore the soul root of the little thing, otherwise, he can't guarantee that he will not be recalled for something on the way.

If that were the case, he would not be able to protect her by her side at that time.

"Little Thing~"

He whispered softly to the people who wanted to be by his side at all times, his magnetic voice was sexy and sultry, and there was a faint light of love in those narrow silver eyes.

I just stayed quietly for a while~

He stretched out his right hand, put his palm on Feng Zitong's forehead, closed his eyes, and began to operate his soul power.

The worst plan is to use his soul power to restore the soul root of the little thing, even if it hurts him a lot, it is worth it.

Soul power is the power of a person's soul, the stronger the soul power, the stronger the spiritual power, then the person's attack power will be a hundred times higher than that of people of the same level, this is the gap.

Mo Yanhuang chose to use his soul power to treat Feng Zitong's soul root, which would cause serious damage to himself, and his divine consciousness would be severely damaged with the consumption of soul power.

This kind of heavy damage is even more serious than the damage to the soul root.

Black Wind was guarding the outside of the house, and could clearly perceive everything in the room.

He clenched his fists and hung them at his sides.

Unexpectedly, the master actually chose to consume soul power to treat the damaged soul root for Feng Zitong, this is too dangerous, if you encounter a mortal enemy over there, how should the master deal with it!!

In front of Feng Zitong, Mo Yanhuang never put his own interests first, I don't know when he started, the first place in his mind has already become Feng Zitong.

The fears of Black Wind, those dangerous nemesis, had been forgotten from the moment he decided to do so.

He frantically transmitted soul power into Feng Zitong's body, and his face became more and more pale, even if his divine sense was torn and painful, he didn't plan to stop.

The time was getting longer and longer, until Hei Feng couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to stop it, Mo Yanhuang finally stopped.

Although it is not enough to completely restore Feng Zitong's soul root, at least one-fifth of it has been restored.

Very satisfied with this effect, Mo Yanhuang smiled lightly, endured the sharp pain in his mind, lowered his head and leaned into Feng Zitong's red lips, dropped a light kiss, and then reluctantly left.

The loss of soul power takes a long time for the master to cultivate before it can slowly recover, and no matter how good the elixir is, it will not have a healing effect.