Fang Ling suddenly understood that Song Ying'er must be worried about his safety, so he asked Zhang Xiaosheng to take him to take a look at himself, and looking at Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes when he looked at Song Ying'er, he knew that this guy was also lustful.

Song Ying'er sighed faintly and said: "My young master has always been very weak, and now in order to help the Great Immortal refine the magic weapon, but there is a lot of blood, if there is no me to take care of it, how can the young master take care of himself?