"Miss Nine, I'm so happy, I'm the first person to see you. （.！ ”

"Although, it's still a waste, and your body doesn't even have any aura, but you can survive, and I'm looking forward to your outburst even more......"

After saying it to himself, Bo Chimeng took a deep breath and pinched the towel in the wooden basin.

After hesitating for a while, he wiped Dongfang Lingwei's face again.

Then she folded the quilt for her, packed it up, closed the door and went out.

Outside the house, a round of red sun quietly fell in the sky, and it was already noon.

Through the window lattice, it shines obliquely into the room, setting off a warm atmosphere in the room.

Dongfang Ling Wei suddenly opened her eyes, her head was heavy and painful.

She sat on the bed, her eyes like jewels soaked in a cold pool, the snow was clear and sharp like a falcon.

His eyes are calm and unwavering, but he exudes an incomparably seductive and evil spirit.

Frowning slightly, Dongfang Lingwei moved her hands and feet.

She looked at the empty room and remembered that Bo Chimeng had healed her before.

It seems that her body is almost recovered.

A faint scent of sandalwood floats in the air, and the mind is calm.

I have arrived at Bo Chimeng's residence, and this is not Demon Spirit Mountain.

There is no such thing as the annoying Beitang Yin, and the dead monkey.

But Dongfang Lingwei's heart was a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps, it's because I'm thinking about the Northern Hell's Day Song of the Annihilation City......

However, the pill that Bo Chimeng fed her was really good, and she felt full of vitality now.

The blood veins that were almost disturbed by the silver thread have also become smooth.

However, the strange thing is that she can't feel the slightest aura.

After thinking about it, Dongfang Lingwei felt curious.

How could the purple spirit grass be gone?

She raised her hand and rolled up her sleeves to look at the coat of arms on her arm, but her skin was clean and there was nothing.

Pit, could it be that the purple spirit grass can't come out again?

She moved her lips lightly and said in a low voice: "Purple Spirit Grass, come out!" ”

The arm is unresponsive.

With doubts, she tried again: "Purple Spirit Grass? ”

There was no movement.

The purple spirit grass can't be triggered!

It's over, it's over, her only proud spirit, can't tell how powerful it is, and the spirit that hasn't even been trained has been scrapped in the fight with the monkey?

In Ling**, it is not that there are no spirit masters who have become wastes because of damage to their spirit bodies.

Usually in the heat of battle, the spirit body is triggered to the extreme, and in the end, the guide zhì can no longer be triggered, thus becoming a waste.

It's not unheard of that this kind of thing happening.

But she's too unlucky, isn't she?

The first trigger broke his own spirit and became a waste?

Ahhh

Dongfang Ling Wei couldn't wait to point at the sun and roared loudly: "You sun!" Why am I so unlucky? ”

No, no, no, didn't the Northern Darkness Day Song say that the Purple Spirit Grass was resting?

Maybe it's because it's so tired?

Shaking her head, Dongfang Lingwei comforted herself and didn't let herself think too much.

Then she jumped out of bed.

Thinking about going to see Bo Chimeng's situation here, after all, she had no impression of this person at all.

It is not yet known whether he is a good guy or a bad guy.

She crept to the door, carefully preparing to open the door, but heard a little footsteps.

Frightened, she hurriedly went back to bed and lay down, covered the quilt, and continued to pretend to sleep.

- Suddenly I feel that the protagonist is so tragic, and he has become a waste again. If you don't give me a five, will I change the heroine? Wow, it's painful!