Chapter 161 Ye Lingling’s damaged talent, Fu Ye’s help

Chapter 161 Ye Lingling’s damaged talent, Fu Ye’s help
After helping Wu Ling check her body and sea of ​​​​spirituality to make sure there were no remnants of the soul from her previous life, Fu Ye was dragged out of his room by the arm by Dugu Yan, the little dragon girl.

But from Wu Ling's expression, it can be seen that although she was a little confused, when she saw Sister Yanzi hurriedly pulling Fu Ye away, she knew that there must be something very important.

She slowly dragged her body, which had suffered serious internal injuries, out of bed to see what was happening over there, but she finally gave up because of the intense pain.

In a trance, she lifted up her quilt in confusion.

Woohoo. No wonder it hurts so much, it's even blue.
On the other side, in Dugu Yan's room, all the little girls except Wu Ling were surrounding a girl in a blue dress, but her expression seemed a little wrong.

At this moment, Fu Ye was pulled into the room by Dugu Yan, and almost at the same time, the group of little girls looked at Fu Ye with hopeful eyes.

"Huh? What happened here?"

Fu Ye was still a little confused at this time, but when he felt that there was a girl with disordered breathing among the group of little girls, he went straight to the center of the circle where they were sitting without saying a word.

"The breath is disordered, and the cultivation is regressing"

After observing the girl in front of him, Fu Ye gave his opinion directly, and he naturally knew who the little girl in front of him was.

It was Ye Lingling who was used as the soul power connection terminal for six people yesterday.

In the original novel, Ning Rongrong was used as the connector, but she had eaten the magic grass at that time. Even if this seven-in-one martial soul fusion technique had side effects, they would be repaired by the terrifying medicinal power of the magic grass.

However, Ye Lingling's current condition is very worrying. After all, Fu Ye's examination revealed that her body did not seem to be very healthy.

In addition to his current condition, if he is not treated in time, his cultivation will most likely stagnate at level 40 and never be able to break through.

As for the treatment method, it is extremely simple. For a second-rate method, a ginseng king that is more than ten thousand years old can help her repair her talent.

But the best way is to first eat a few petals of the strange chrysanthemum to slow down the decline of one's own martial spirit and the loss of soul power, and to strengthen one's own physique.

Later, she swallowed the tenth-grade immortal herb Ganoderma lucidum to sublimate her bloodline and her own martial soul.

Glancing at the hopeful eyes of the little girls around him, Fu Ye directly took out three petals of the Qirong Tongtianju. Because he would have to eat other magical herbs later, he couldn't eat too much of this thing.

"If you want to recover, you can stay here for a while. I have three petals of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in my hand, which can help you delay the degradation of your martial soul and the decline of your cultivation."

"Take it once a week. During this period, she needs to concentrate on refining the medicinal effects of the petals. After three weeks, your symptoms will basically subside. But if you want to break the curse of your martial spirit, you can come to me after three weeks."

After hearing Fu Ye's words, all the little girls showed very proud expressions, and that expression seemed to be saying.

You see, this is my man. No matter what the problem is, he can solve it for you easily!
"Well, I'll come see you in three weeks."

Ye Lingling had just arrived here, and it could be seen that she was still very reserved, but there was a hint of excitement in the depths of her slightly timid eyes.

Breaking the curse of the martial spirit! This is what every generation of her family head has been pursuing!

"Well, spend some time getting along well with these little girls. If you have any questions, you can ask them."

Fu Ye touched her little head very naturally. Although Ye Lingling had not met Fu Ye many times, after seeing the attitudes of the little girls around her towards the man in front of her, she didn't seem to mind touching their hands.

On the other side, in the divine realm, inside the Shura Temple.

"Tnnd, Shura, you old bastard, how dare you tie me up for such a long time."

But soon a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he himself cannot leave, I still have a clone on the continent. Before the inheritor of Shura becomes a god, I can find someone who can store my Rakshasa power to inherit his throne.

However, just as he laughed strangely, the Asura God slowly walked in from outside the hall.

When Rakshasa saw the other party, his evil face was full of flattery.

"Well, you didn't hear anything just now, right?" However, Shura ignored his words and just pulled out his black belt very naturally.

"That's right, I heard everything just now. You dare to offend me, the law enforcement god? You deserve to be punished!"

As Shura's belt danced in the hall, scenes of whipping flesh appeared in Shura's hall.

At the same time, in Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall, deep in the dark and deep dungeon.

"Shh!"

"Snapped!"

"Ow!!!!"

A guard holding a steel whip was trying his best to attack Tang Chuan who was pinned on the dungeon wall in front of him.

Waves of shrill howls rang out from the cell.

The rest of the criminals in the cell were lying on their stone beds, enjoying listening to the "pleasant" screams.

Those who are caught here are either unforgivable criminals or perverts who massacre civilians.

Although they were often beaten like this, listening to others' screams was a pleasure for them.

"Say it or not! Say it or not!!"

A guard wielded a steel whip and gradually got into the groove, swinging it again and again with a full sense of rhythm.

And his mouth was still shouting something over and over again, saying "will you say it or not, will you say it or not?"

"What do you want to ask me? How can I tell you if you don't ask me?"

A thin, dark-skinned young man, whose clothes were torn into rags and covered in blood, spoke with anger.

That’s right, apart from Tang Chuan, the reincarnation of our God-King, who else can enjoy such an honor?

The guards standing aside were also stunned after hearing Tang Chuan's words. Yes, they didn't seem to ask the other party.

However, the guard, who had already warmed up and was beating Tang Chuan with all his strength, didn't take it seriously.

"Speak or not, these three words are my catchphrase. I didn't ask you a question, but you dare to talk back! You deserve to be beaten!"

"Shh!"

The steel whip was stained with blood, all black and red.

"Brother, if you keep fighting like this, he will die."

The guard nearby couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to stop it.

"Death? He insulted our Pope in public! Death would be too easy for him!"

"Here's the whip for you. Keep whipping him! Let's take turns, 100 times each. He's a Soul Sect member, so his physique isn't as weak as you think! Beat him hard!"

At the same time, a small dark gray ball quietly sank into Tang Chuan's body. When it felt the extremely strong resentment in Tang Chuan's body and the similar scene in front of it, it was almost filled with tears!

"Boy, I have chosen you as my scapegoat!"

　There's another chapter coming soon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)