An hour later, Ling Wanchen slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the young man on the bed, although there was tiredness in her eyes that could not be concealed, but it was more of care and tenderness.

Without hesitation, she immediately got up and walked to the bedside, picked up the jade bowl, cut open the wrist that had been scabbed countless times, and dripped out a bowl of fresh blood.

Ling Wanchen's face became more and more pale, and he looked even more haggard and weak than just now.

In the past month, every other hour, she has to feed Qiao Yuan to drink a bowl of blood, and a large amount of qi and blood in her body have been lost.

But even so, her emaciated body is also shocking, and the most serious thing is that the power of the God of War bloodline in her body has been consumed too much, and more than thirty percent has been sacrificed, which will have a great impact on her physical body and cultivation.

But Ling Wanchen didn't care about these at all, even if her blood was drained and all the power of the God of War bloodline was sent out, as long as Qiao Yuan could wake up, she would not hesitate to do so.

With affection, she gently lifted Qiao Yuan's upper body, fed him the blood in the bowl and drank it slowly.

Until he drank it up, Ling Wanchen raised his hand again and sent out a stream of spiritual power, combing his qi and blood for him, and whispered softly as he did so.

"Qiao Yuan, why haven't you woken up yet, wake up and look at me, I'm by your side, always with you......"

The voice was very low, with a hint of hoarseness, and a sour cry, enough for anyone to hear it and couldn't help but burst into tears.

In the past month, Ling Wanchen has been looking forward to it every day, chattering like this every day, but Qiao Yuan seems to have become a living dead, and he has no reaction at all, only the injuries in his body are slowly showing signs of being suppressed.

In the past, when the two were separated, Ling Wanchen felt that it was a kind of torment, but now that she looked at the person she liked, she couldn't wake up, and she understood what real torment was, and only living like a year could be described.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan's body was in chaos, the power of the three qi and blood was deadlocked, the spiritual power in the dantian was exhausted, the golden yuan infant was also unconscious, and the little gourd, who would help at the critical moment on weekdays, did not react at all, as if he was making some kind of change, and he couldn't take care of him.

"Alas!"

Just as Ling Wanchen was whispering and crying, a sigh of vicissitudes suddenly came from the depths of Qiao Yuan's sea of knowledge, and with unbearability in that sigh, a figure slowly appeared in his sea of knowledge.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in simple armor, with a majestic appearance, tall and strong, three times as tall as ordinary people, and most importantly, there was an aura on his body, just standing there gave people a sense of standing up to the sky.

If Qiao Yuan woke up at this moment, he would definitely be able to recognize this person at a glance...... It was the god of war Montet.

Of course, it is not accurate to say this, he is just a trace of obsession of the God of War Mengtai, after Ling Wanchen obtained the inheritance of the God of War, he left Qiao Yuan in his body, the original intention was to supervise Qiao Yuan to help Ling Wanchen find the head of the God of War and obtain the complete inheritance.

For so many years, this obsession has always been sleeping in the depths of Qiao Yuan's sea of knowledge, and he has never woken up, if it weren't for Ling Wanchen giving Qiao Yuan too much of the power of his God of War bloodline, he wouldn't have woken up, let alone heard Ling Wanchen's whispers.

"That's it, for the sake of my heir, I can only spend half of my strength to help him fuse his bloodline, otherwise he will never wake up. ”

Meng Tai sighed lightly again, raised his hand and pointed forward, and under this finger, an invisible force immediately dispersed, which actually made the blood of the God of War in Qiao Yuan's body suddenly boil, as if he was cheering.

Just in an instant, the power of qi and blood left by the ancestor of the Song family in Qiao Yuan's body was completely swallowed by the bloodline of the God of War without the slightest resistance.

At the same time, Ling Wanchen sent out the God of War bloodline, which quickly merged with Qiao Yuan's own God of War bloodline, and turned into one in an instant.

The power of the three qi and blood became one, and the deadlock in Qiao Yuan's body was immediately resolved, and the blood full of vitality flowed rapidly, speeding up the circulation and allowing his body's functions to return to normal.

"I hope you'...... Keep your promise and protect my heirs. ”

Meng Tai withdrew a finger, his body was much blurred for a moment compared to just now, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, his figure slowly dissipated, leaving only a word full of exhaustion, which echoed in Qiao Yuanzhihai.

It was also at this moment that Qiao Yuan's drowsy consciousness slowly woke up, and when he heard the words, his consciousness was still a little confused, but it was only a moment before he understood, and his consciousness suddenly woke up.

"That was just now...... The voice of the god of war Montei?"

Qiao Yuan...... Qiao Yuan......"

Before he had time to think deeply, he heard another call, which was very familiar, with surprise, and exhaustion and hoarseness that could not be concealed.

Ling Wanchen was just about to turn around and continue meditating, but suddenly, he found that Qiao Yuan's face was much more ruddy, and as soon as his divine sense probed, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his injuries had completely recovered at an incredible speed.

Just as he was shouting, Qiao Yuan's eyes that had been closed tightly for a month suddenly opened, and a stream of essence emanated from it, and the flow of qi and blood in his body accelerated, and he only felt that his whole body was full of strength, as if he could blast the earth open with one punch.

It's just that when he saw the face in front of him that was full of surprise, but pale and bloodless, Qiao Yuan's heart ached, as if a hand grabbed his heart.

Looking carefully, Ling Wanchen was as thin as wood at this moment, the qi and blood in his body were decaying, and his body was weak as if he could fall to the ground when the wind blew.

Qiao Yuan felt the exuberance of qi and blood in his body, and faintly had a bad guess, and immediately asked.

"Wanchen, how did you become like this?"

"I'm fine, you just woke up, you must still be a little uncomfortable, lie down for a while. ”

Ling Wanchen raised the corners of her lips, smiling like a flower, if it was before, it would definitely be extremely charming, but now it was full of sickness, which made Qiao Yuan's heart even more tingling.

As she spoke, she secretly put away the jade bowl that was placed aside, but Qiao Yuan's eyes were sharp, and she snatched the jade bowl away, only to see that there was still red blood with temperature at the bottom of the bowl.

Seeing this, how could he still not understand what Ling Wanchen had done, without opening his mouth, he grabbed Ling Wanchen's right hand again, lifted the sleeve of his shirt, and a shocking scar was clearly visible, and there were even new scabs that had not been formed for a long time on both sides.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan's heart seemed to have been stabbed by a dagger, and it was very painful, especially when he saw that Ling Wanchen's smile was still smiling, and there were still tears left in the corners of his eyes, his pain became more and more intense.

"It's okay, I'll be able to recover after a while. ”

Ling Wanchen knew that Qiao Yuan might be a little difficult to accept, so he clenched his hand and comforted him in a low voice.

But this comfort made Qiao Yuan's heart collapse instantly, and he took her into his arms, hugging her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to embed it in his flesh and blood, never separated.

Ling Wanchen's smile became brighter and brighter, even though his face was pale and haggard, but at this moment, he looked shining.

Qiao Yuan fell silent for a while, until after hugging each other for a cup of tea, he suddenly spoke loudly, scaring Ling Wanchen into a tremble.

"You're always like this, can't you be a little weaker?"

"I ...... Am I not weak?"

Ling Wanchen was stunned, her expression was shy, and she felt that her performance in front of Qiao Yuan should be regarded as the performance of a gentle woman.

Qiao Yuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, he really didn't know what to say about her, after thinking about it, he turned over and jumped up and stood up from the collapse.

"You're all weak like this, and you don't lie down, are you weak?"

Hearing this, Ling Wanchen covered her mouth and smiled, spit out her fragrant tongue mischievously, and lay down on the bed very honestly.

"You wait a minute, I'll go make some porridge. ”

Qiao Yuan's expression gradually softened, gently covered her with the quilt, and turned around to leave.

But at this moment, Ling Wanchen grabbed him and spoke urgently.

"You are not allowed to boil porridge with blood!"

"Don't worry, I'm not as stupid as you, besides, I use blood to make porridge, can you drink it. ”

Qiao Yuan shook her eyes and took the jade bowl out.

Ling Wanchen smirked, looking at his back, happy like a child, after suffering for so long, he finally looked forward to it...... Happy days.

"She has lost too much qi and blood, and her vitality is also lost, so Du Shengzhu can just make up for her vitality, but her qi and blood will need some time to recuperate. ”

Qiao Yuan walked out of the hall, thinking about Ling Wanchen's condition as he walked, until he reached the small river, he took out pots and pans and other things from the storage ring, as well as a piece of emerald green bamboo, and many herbs that replenished vitality and qi and blood.

It took half an hour, and a bowl of green and grassy porridge was put into the bowl by Qiao Yuan.

Looking at the color, he suddenly felt a little sorry for Ling Wanchen, but the light smell, just by smelling it, it made people feel refreshed, from this point of view, this bowl of porridge still has an effect.

"This ...... Is this your porridge?"

Ling Wanchen looked at the bowl of green "unknown liquid" in front of her, only to feel a tumbling in her stomach, and she didn't believe it, if she drank this thing, she wouldn't die.

Qiao Yuan laughed dryly twice, and explained with an embarrassed expression.

"Hehe, this ...... The color is ...... though It's a bit weird, but the effect is definitely there, and after you drink it, you're guaranteed to be able to regain a lot of vitality. ”

"I don't drink it, if you want to drink it, you drink it first. ”

Ling Wanchen opened her mouth categorically, there was no room for turning around at all, this kind of dark cuisine, she was afraid that she would spit out ten mouthfuls if she only took one sip.

Seeing her resolute attitude, Qiao Yuan smiled helplessly, so he had to bite the bullet, pinch his nose and forcibly take a sip.

The taste is indeed a little difficult to compliment, but the rich vitality is real, Qiao Yuan took a deep breath, and immediately felt that the qi and blood in his body had accelerated a little.

"You can drink it now, right?"

"I still don't want to drink it. ”

Ling Wanchen shook his head violently and spoke resolutely.

Qiao Yuan smiled even more bitterly, feeling that Ling Wanchen's temperament was still difficult to change, even if he was weak now, he was still so tough, and the weakness he had said before was not showing it at all at this moment.

"Can't you be soft?"

"Do you really want to drink?"

As soon as Ling Wanchen heard his words, she immediately lowered her head aggrievedly, bit her lower lip lightly, and in an instant, she changed from the tough appearance just now to a weak and pitiful little girl.