Even the fingernails that had been severed from the roots grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Di Chenxi stood quietly in front of the bed, his ink-colored eyes were bottomless, and he couldn't see what emotions he was.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "I hope that this seat will not regret today's decision." ”

The corners of his lips slowly rose, outlining a handsome smile that was unparalleled, and his figure slowly faded into the room.

…………

When Feng Qingyun woke up again, it was already dark.

The simple room was quiet, except for the moonlight shining quietly on the windows.

She stared at the void with her eyes open and froze, her mind a little dead.

Suddenly, she sat up with a spirit.

No, isn't she washing her pulse, how can she lie in the bed in a good way?

She was stunned, and subconsciously twisted her thigh, and immediately bared her teeth in pain, only then did she know that she was really not dreaming.

What's the matter, she's finished washing her pulse?

Feng Qingyun hurriedly recalled the scene at that time, but couldn't think of anything except pain.

Now that it's dark, and two hours have already passed, has she succeeded in washing her pulse?

Also, how did she get back to the bed?

Has anyone been here?

It's impossible, the people in this county mansion usually don't easily set foot in her small courtyard except to find fault, and even if someone really comes, they won't be so kind to help her back to the bed.

Could it be Emperor Chenxi?

It's impossible, he's already gone, how can he come back, she won't be so naïve as to think that he will worry about herself, and turn back halfway to see if she's dead.

Could it be that she was so painful that she lost consciousness at the time, and she didn't know when she crawled back?

Come to think of it, it seems that this is the only one that makes a little more sense.

But it doesn't matter anymore, what she cares about is whether she succeeds or not.

Thinking of the heart-devouring pain of Ling Chi, like a thousand knives, Feng Qingyun couldn't help but shudder.

She subconsciously moved her hands and feet, and to her surprise, not only did she not feel the slightest pain all over her body, but it was also extremely light, as if she could fly immediately with a slight jump.

With a move in her heart, she hurriedly sat down with her eyes cross-legged and began to try her luck.

What made her even more pleasantly surprised was that the dull pain in her chest that would occur every time she was lucky was gone!

Not only that, but she could also feel a soft air flow in her body slowly swimming, constantly nourishing her eight meridians.

She hurriedly probed her consciousness into the dantian again, and at this glance, her eyes immediately widened!

She, she, she...... There is actually a spiritual vein!

In disbelief, she probed her consciousness into the dantian again, but saw that inside the originally empty dantian, there was a fist-sized white mist-like air mass slowly circulating in a clockwise direction.

And those air currents that gently moisturized the meridians of her whole body like spring rain emanated from that air mass.

Spiritual veins! It's really a spiritual vein! She succeeded!

Feng Qingyun was so excited that she almost jumped up, thinking that the pain and torture she had endured when washing her pulse was not in vain, she couldn't help but feel relieved in her heart.

It seems that Di Chenxi really didn't lie to her, she won the bet!

From then on, she was able to start cultivating, and then slowly, step by step, she became stronger!

Hahaha, she Feng Qingyun can finally raise her eyebrows!